A/N: I don't own the Southern Vampire Mysteries. To bad.

Eric leaned against the door and stared at me. "Eric I know we need to talk but is this really the time. I need to help Quinn."

He closed the distance between us and held me close. "Lover, we need to leave now. If you stay they will kill you."

"Who? I have the Kings protection."

"I believe the King is involved. The tiger made he and Victor a lot of money while he was in the pits. Victor has made it clear that he wants Quinn back. He told me he would kill you if you intervened. I cannot allow that. You are mine."

"Eric, I am not yours. You lost your claim remember. I would put my life on the line for any of my friends. That includes you AND Quinn. I will help him no matter what you say. I mean come on I have a freaking gargoyle to protect me."

He took a unnecessary deep breath and let out a deep sight, "Alright, I cannot force you especially with that gargoyle around. I'm staying though. Let me make a quick phone call."

I open the door and hear, "God damn it. You stupid fucking tiger. I am getting tired of this shit. Calm down she will be right out safe and sound. Have a little faith." Tristan is pissed and her eyes are glowing red again.

"Are you so stupid to think that because you warned him that he wont hurt her again?" Quinn's eyes were gold.

Neither noticed that I was in the room, "Stop it both of you. I thought you weren't fighting any more."

"WE ARE NOT FIGHTING!!" They both yelled.

Everyone in the room burst into laughter. "Shit I'm sorry Sookie. The kitty here was trying to say I was being lax in by job of protecting you. I'm sorry you heard that."

Eric walked into the room. He looked Quinn in the eyes, "Tiger, it is exactly as the girl says. She showed me the error of my ways. I regret my actions. I lost my temper. I should know better than to raise my hand in anger." Tristan Just looked smug. "I fear we need to make this meeting quick the king requires an audience with Sookie and I. Of course I informed him of one other joining us. Tristan, I know you wont allow this with out you being there."

"Does he know I'm here to help Quinn?"

"I hope not. I told him we were here to witness a wedding. I also told him Tristan is the bride." It was Eric's turn to look smug.

"What the hell? They're going to be fallowing us. How could you do this to me?" Eric just got a smile on his face. Tristan's face fell, "Man that's just fucked up."

Amelia was rolling, "So who's going to be the lucky man?" Every man in the room went pale. Now Amelia Eric and I were all laughing.

"Someone get me a cigarette and a shot of whiskey." Poor Tristan

Jared leaned down to her and said, "I said I would marry you before. I'll do it now. I still love you."

"FUCKING HELL! Just give me the bottle." She reached in Russel's pocket for a cigarette. She just sat down on the floor with her head in her hands, mumbling something about evil blond men.

We were too focused on her to notice Russel grabbing Jared. "No fucking way otter. Can you go any length of time without putting your foot in your mouth? I will not allow her to marry you."

"Dude, I mean it I love her." Jared was trying to get away from Russel any way he could.

"Russ sweetie put him down. He's actually the best choice. Knowing our luck De Castro will want some proof of consummation." At Tristan's words Russel let go. I got bombarded with thoughts of disgust. Jared was happy at the though of being with her though.

Eric was laughing so hard I thought he would fall over, "Marry any one of these men. It wouldn't matter. This is Vegas just get drunk no one will notice you didn't have sex. But you would need to know the person well enough to answer some questions."

"Whatever it'll have to be Jared. I can't even think about marrying either of the other two. That's just gross. Lets go." With that the three of us left. The boys went to check in.

"That's not a good idea. You've been sleeping in the same bed as James and I for a few weeks. You reek of us. Not him" Russel says pointing at Jared. "Even if they are vampires I wont have you looking like a whore. Give me a minute to talk to James and we'll figure out who will marry you."

Tristan turned to me, "Sookie remember what you said about people controlling your life. Now can you tell I understand." She put her head in her hands, "Fuck it whatever. You guys pick."

"Tristan, please think about this." Jared really did love her I could hear it. Poor guy.

"Oh yeah you'll love it when I sent the divorce papers in the mail. Come on stop being stupid. This is perfect cover." I think she is channeling her inner pragmatic.

James and Russel walked up to Tristan. James pulled her into a hug, "You've always been closer to Russ. We think its best if you marry him."

"Fine, but we are getting it annulled the second we get back to Louisiana." Tristan hugged James a little tighter.

"Good, 'cause you're a bitch." Russel said laughing.

"Love you too snookums." Russel cringed at the nickname. Tristan turned to Jared, "Is my baby here?"

Jared pulled some keys out of the desk an threw them to her. "Yeah, here you go." He looked so depressed.

"Stop moping. Here Eric you drive." She said tossing him the keys.

The three of us slid into a 1969 Pontiac GTO. Tristan looked at Eric, "You had better treat my baby right. And Don't think I wont get back at you for this."

Eric just nodded. We drove to the kings estate at break neck speed. We arrived at a guard station before we pulled in. Eric gave our names and we pulled up the drive. De Castro's estate could only be described as a Mediterranean villa. It was beautiful. Too bad we weren't here under better circumstances.

"Wow, this is sweet. Can we stay here instead?" Tristan quipped.

"Stop it right now you need to think about meeting the king." Eric scolded her.

As we parked Tristan said "Whatever we've met before. Lets get this over with fast. I have a bottle of whiskey calling my name." With that we walked up to the door.