A/N: Sooo...how you doin'? Oye, another delay, for which I apologize. I hate going a week between updates. I just find, I want to get this right. I don't want to slap a story together for the sake of an update, you know? Each character is speaking and hearing in the language they know. For obvious reason, I couldn't write the whole chapter in Old Norse. In other words, Eric speaks his language, Sookie hears English and vice versa. I just did the first few sentences for you to get the feel of the language. Hopefully I didn't butcher it too much, but I probably did. Also, the difference between Erik and Eric-the K indicates this, old version of Erik; the C is Sookie's Eric. It felt weird referencing the Eric from 500 years ago as Eric with a C, a modernized version of the name. And I was too lazy to use the more appropriate Eirikr, etc. So, Erik would be the familiar name of Eirikr, in my world. Anyway, thank you for your patience. As always, I love the reviews and comments and guesses. They keep me afloat. I have no beta, I own only the non-SVM characters (who we will be returning to soon, I promise). We need more Pammy and Alberik time. Please forgive me any mis-speaks, misspells, or other word farts. Anyhoo, anyone else's palms getting sweaty over the last book coming soon? Okay, thank you for reading, love and kisses. ^..^

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Ch 34

Eric pulled free of his restraints and lunged toward me, just as Morrìgan pressed a finger to my lips, grabbed my hand and poofed us...somewhere.

I looked around to get my bearings. We were still in the woods, but we were much further from the camp. And up in a tree? I could hear the men yelling their alarm in the distance and it sounded about a mile or so off. Quickly she spoke, "You must listen quickly. He will be upon Us any second. Do not fight him. Trust him, as I once did. I could have easily killed him, but I did not. The bond will not allow him to truly harm you or kill you."

She disappeared as I was suddenly tackled from behind, whooshing from the tree top to the ground. I felt my breath leave me, the full weight of Eric's body, hard up against my back, pressing me into the ground. Boy, what a huge help She was. He yanked my hair back and he was snuffling up and down my exposed neck, pressing his teeth and his ginormously engorged length into my back. "Ek eiga ju nú, Færî!" (I have you now, Fairy!) Though his words were in his language, I understood them.

"Líka, neinn skaða mi! Ek elska þik, Erik!" (Please, do not harm me! I love you, Eric!) Neat, I was saying the words in my mind in English, but I was hearing them spoken by my mouth in Old Norse. Morrìgan was helping. I wondered if she was somewhere watching.

His assault paused and I was flipped onto my back, his body and hands now pinning me in the front.

"You are a sorcerer, as well as a fairy?!" He hissed at me, fangs looming and huge. I pushed calm into him, unsure if it would work at this point, since he didn't seem to know me at all and our bond was null. "How do you call me by my familiar name?"

"Because I know you, Erik, and you know me. From another time. But believe me when I say you are my protector. And my Bonded. Though not in this lifetime-"

"Silence! You will not speak only to weave your spells on me!" He yanked my head to the side and struck, his fangs tearing into my flesh. It hurt like fuck and I did my best to stifle a yelp. Did that count as harm? It felt like it. The pain made it too hard to concentrate on summoning up any calm energies. While he did that, his hands were tearing my dress in two, right down the middle. He was grunting into my neck and thrusting himself into my crotch while rolling my breasts in his palms, surprisingly gently. In fact, once he had my blood, his whole demeanor had changed and his urgency had slowed. His grunts and growls had turned to moans. He was muttering something against me, I couldn't quite make out. He wasn't as rough, even his suction on my vein had softened and he had one hand behind my neck and the other in the small of my back. I caught a brief utterance, "Gods, what has your nectar done to me? I must surely have met my final death."

Forces beyond my control were actually making me aroused by his actions, after all, this was Eric, or Erik-his prowess was timeless, but increased a hundred fold at his words. "What type of creature are you? You cannot be a mere fairy, as I do not feel the pull of insanity in my blood. Yet this is the closest to ecstasy and madness I have ever felt. You must be a goddess " I must have made some type of sound signaling my pleasure, or he could smell my shift in emotion. He stopped drawing from my wounds and licked them to seal them, looking down at me in surprise and lust. "Oh yes, my little goddess fairy, give in. Enjoy what I am going to do to you. As much as I will enjoy it." He ran his hands over my naked breasts and down my stomach, then back up again. I involuntarily arched into his touch.

"And yet you accuse me of sorcery?" Embarrassed at my traitorous body, I joked. He looked down at me with the most strange expression-a mixture of humor, arousal and suspicion. I had forgotten myself-this wasn't my Eric, not yet. He might find my sarcasm odd, at this point in our relationship.

"You are not afraid of me? I am vampire. And you are fairy. I could drain and rape you in an instant."

"But you have not done either. Because our bond will not let you," I placed his hand over my heart. He looked at me in disbelief, then down at his hand. He clawed his hand and pressed his fingers in to my flesh, hard, as if he wanted to tear into my rib cage and pull out my heart. But he couldn't. Morrìgan was right, thank the gods, he couldn't harm me.

He looked at his hand again, pulling it from my flesh with a start, as if it had burned him. "You are a sorceress!"

"No, Erik. At least, I don't think I am-" Suddenly human minds popped up on my radar. "Erik! We must go. The humans are coming! Fly us out of here, please."

Again, he looked at me as if I was a four-headed monster, but he didn't argue. In a flash, he scooped me to him and took off to the skies. Once I felt the whoosh, when we broke past the tree line, I squealed. He looked down at me, "You do not fear flying?"

"No. You have flown me before." He looked like he was pondering that and continued on his flight. I closed my eyes and leaned into him. I wondered what exactly was happening-was this going to be a dream or was this really happening in real time? If it was real, what was I doing here, in this time, before he knew me? What was I supposed to see? Was I supposed to accomplish something? I went round and round the spell I had read in my mind, but getting nowhere. After a few more minutes, we were landing.

When his feet touched the ground, he slid me down until I stood on my own. I looked around and gasped. The clouds had mostly cleared and the nearly full moon revealed what looked to be the most beautiful fjord. I had only seen pictures in books. I felt the night air hit my bare skin, where my dress was torn, so I clutched it together. Before I could look around too much, he pulled me to his side and we walked, read: he walked and I ran to keep up with his stride, to the edge of the water. He plunked me down on the sand and began to strip. The shirt came off in one tug, over his head and his bare chest was revealed and accented by the moonlight. Gulp. He untied his boots and slid them off. The pants he had on were loose, so slipped right off, as soon as he untied his crude belt. Of course he was wearing no underwear, even in this era. The pants pooled around his feet, revealing his splendor, fully erect and ready to go. Yep, that part was still my Eric. I swallowed back the drool that had formed in my mouth. When I realized he hadn't moved, I looked up to find him leering at me. "Do you enjoy what you see, Fairy?"

Rather than nod dumbly, as was my first instinct, I answered his question with a question, "What are you doing?"

"I need the water to clear my head from the spell you have put on me. And to wash the stench of the humans from my body. Join me?"

"Uhm, no thank you. It looks cold." He shrugged then swaggered to the water, revealing his butt to me. It took all my restraint not to latch on to him like a spider monkey, grab those cheeks and squeeze them. Or bite them. He swam agilely for a time, as I watched, though he never went far, keeping his eyes on me as well. It startled me when he called out to me, "Who and what are you, Fairy? Are you a goddess, as well? Or a sorceress? A trick or test of Loki?"

"I am a fairy, yes. But I am not a goddess, though I am descendant of one. And, it depends on your definition of sorcerer, to know if I am one or not. There are definitely magical things happening, that my usual fae powers do not include. Those powers may be increasing, allowing all of this to happen. But if you mean trickery via sorcery or Loki, then, no." I wanted to say more, but I wasn't sure how much I could or should say at this point. I had always heard you could alter things in the future by affecting the past. Did that rule apply here? I didn't think I would have been put here, if it would affect things in the negative. "My name is Sookie." He was suddenly over me, hair soaking wet, dripping on me, his face mere inches from mine. As always, it took great effort not to get lost in the depth of his blue eyes.

"You already know my name, Sookie." He said my name thickly and with effort, the sound foreign to him. "That is a strange name. Are all names like this in the time you come from, if I am to believe what you say?"

I smiled at him, and braved to cup his face with my hand. "No, mine is just especially unusual." A range of emotions flashed in his eyes, but he clamped down on them. He forced a blank look and removed my hand from his cheek, holding it to my side. I tried not to feel hurt and reminded myself this was the Erik of the past, not the Eric of my time. He would have to be very mistrusting to survive. "What can I say or do to make you trust me? I am not here to harm or trick you." I threw caution to the wind, but I couldn't stand him not trusting me. "In fact, I have no clue why I am here. Maybe I am to see who you were before we met? I don't know and hope I find out soon and then I will tell you. What would you have me do to prove myself? Give you more of my blood? Give you sex-my flesh?"

"Fairy, that is a dangerous question you ask me, given our positions. In fact, you are very trusting of me. Why?"

"I have already told you, we are bonded in another lifetime. We are mates, fated and you are my protector. I trust you implicitly. You have already seen proof of your inability to cause me harm. Our bond will not allow it."

That pissed him off apparently, as the fangs came out in full force and he growled, "Are you that naive, or are you a simpleton? As if you could not bewitch your blood to poison me, or be-spell me with the pleasures of your body! You may be a fool, Fairy, but I am not! I could kill you with barely the blink of an eye."

Okay, now he was pissing me off. Wary was one thing, thick-headed and mean was another. I looked him squarely in the eye, pressing my forehead to his, "If it's more proof you need, please, try again." I wrenched one hand free of his and pulled his head into my neck, "Try it-Drain me, then." I felt his hesitation, yet his body's desire, so evidently pressed against my stomach. "Do it, kill me, drain me dry!" Nothing. Fine. I bit down hard into the spot between his neck and shoulder. I drank down a mouthful of his sweet, thick blood and I unexpectedly, because I was so mad, felt it right down in my lady bits. He cried out and bit into my neck and I felt my essence flow into him. Immediately, our bond was opened and I could feel everything he felt-pleasure, shock, horror, mistrust, confusion. He cried out again and shuddered. I felt the coolness of his seed spill on to my stomach as he experienced the awesome sensation of a mutual blood share for the first time. As it was, I was fighting against my own orgasm, refusing to give in to it, wanting to prove my point to him.

But he surprised me, by flipping us, so I was on top of him and he impaled me on his full length in one thrust. So much for proving anything. I cried out as my orgasm was wrenched from me. He leaned me back, rocking me back and forth, pushing the torn dress from my shoulders. I looked down at him, my hair was no longer pinned and it fell down around my shoulders and the tops of my breasts, while he looked up at me in awe and reverence, "Mín guddina!" (My goddess) I smiled sweetly at him as he picked up his pace, moving my hips up and down his length. I had to give an internal giggle, leave it to us to turn some weird time travel spell into a hot sexcapade. Apparently, in his surprise, he did not seal my wounds as I felt and watched a trickle of blood make a trail down one breast. It did not escape his notice as he leaned up to lick the trail away. I gasped at the new depth of the sudden position change.

He looked up at me and gave me one of those cocky, my Eric looks. He leaned in to take a breast into his mouth. I growled at him and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into me. He used his hands to move me faster on him and push himself deeper. "Bite me, Erik." He did as he was told and bit down on my nipple. The vibrations of him moaning into my breast spurred me on, as I adjusted my legs on either side of him to take over. I leaned back a little, raising up on him so high, then sitting back down hard. We were both very close to coming, which we could both now feel, thanks to our re-established bond. He sealed the punctures on my nipple and licked his way up to my neck, where he hesitated and I could feel a slight apprehension in him. He wanted to say something, but couldn't. I had a feeling I knew the source of that apprehension, so I took a gamble and bit his neck.

I immediately felt several things: extreme satisfaction, letting me know that was the source-he wanted me to bite him, but wasn't sure how to ask, I felt him slide his fangs gently in to my neck, and both of our climaxes hitting us at the same time. It was overwhelming and heavenly and right. After we had both come back down and I had caught my breath, he untangled us. He lay me down on top my dress, and lay by my side, covering the top of my body with his arm and leg. "Now do you see?"

"Lover, you have my permission to prove me wrong this way every time we disagree." I snorted. "In fact, I think I will disagree with you on everything."

I could do little more than giggle, since my whole body was jello. After a moment, "Erik, how were you captured by those men? You weren't bound by silver and I know they did not overpower you."

He smirked and puffed his chest out, "I allowed them to capture me. They did not know my true nature. They thought I was alone, a trader, traveling between villages. They robbed me and planned to sell me in to slavery. I allowed them to think it, so I could drain them at my leisure, away from the main path. I like the chase." Ah. "Now, you answer questions. When is this other time you are from?"

"Probably about 500 hundred years from now." He laughed, then got serious, when he realized I wasn't joking. He still regarded me with suspicion but was too curious not to ask more. "I avoid my final death for that long?"

"Oh, yes. And you do it quite well." I did not want to tell him anything too specific. "You are a highly regarded, powerful vampire and hold an esteemed position."

He puffed up at that. "And you? You are someone of power when we meet and I take you as mine?"

I laughed out loud at that one. "Yes and no. We are fated so it kind of happened for us. You do not 'take' me. We are equals. You have dreams of Frigg telling you you have been chosen, that you are meant for great things, correct? Well, I am what or who Frigg is speaking about-you are meant to be my guardian, a Lochlann in my language." His mouth fell open and mistrust flashed across his face. Before he could accuse me of sorcery again, "Oh, stop it! You yourself told me this and that no one else knew, not even your maker, Godric." I took his face in both my hands. "It's magic, Erik. The same magic that animates your body, is powering my presence, here. There is no evil afoot."

"No evil, My children. You are both far too important and too God-touched for any trickery."

He growled at the voice behind us and tossed me behind him like a rag doll. How gallant. I was glad to know he refined that a bit in the years to come. I had to peer around his head to see it was Morrìgan.

"Identify yourself, Witch."

"Erik, tread lightly, please. She is Morrìgan. The goddess I spoke of, that I am descendant from."

I put my hand on him, hoping it would protect him, if he pissed Her off. She stepped from the trees and slid her hood back to reveal her stunning beauty. While I wasn't trying to be vain, I could see the resemblance between us. It was the eyes and mouth.

"I mean you no harm, Lochlann Erik." She turned her palm toward him and he immediately relaxed. "It is good to see you two get along so well, any time you are brought together." She laughed, and it sounded like music. I blushed.

She turned to me and spoke our native Fairy tongue. "Sookie, Siohbán, my childe. I am very proud of you. You are strong, fierce and would have made a fine fighter in My time. I hope you approve of the choice I made for you, in choosing the Viking." I nodded, too gobsmacked to speak. "I had intended you to see this moment in a vision, but you speaking My old spell made it happen in actuality. You are more powerful than you know. You have My blood, let it flow through you and embrace it and your powers will surpass all those around you. Simply speaking or wishing something may give results, so use caution. But do not tell anyone other than your Lochlann of these powers, as it is his blood that has helped increase your power as well. Take his blood often. It gives you physical strength and increases your bond. A need will arise, sooner than I would have liked, for you to use your powers. But do not hesitate to do what is best for Our people, Siohbán."

"What about this moment did you want me to see, Máthair?" (Mother)

"The moment when I met Our Lochlann."

"Sorry, come again? Met him, I thought you personally chose him as a child?"

"I did. I made a point to keep a watchful eye on him, through the years. I was watching him and came upon him just as you did a few hours ago. He lunged at Me, caught Me, yet did not drain Me. We had sex, but he did not rape Me. Most of what you just experienced, was what I experienced. It was how I knew he was special and must still remain claimed for you. My experience with him made Me plead to Our Great Ones to keep him for you. He was meant for Us."

I had to count backwards from ten, not to launch myself at Her and rip open her throat with my bare hands. She had sex with MY Eric?! She must have sensed my anger and jealousy. She smiled, touched my cheek and all the fight left me. "That's my Siohbán, protective. When will you realize, We are one in the same? Do not be jealous of Me, for I am you." I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I couldn't really argue. "No, childe. I wanted you to see this moment, not to make you jealous, but to see him as I did, to see just how special he truly is. That he could resist harming you, his Fated, is not nearly as remarkable as him resisting the urge to harm Me. Though I could have killed him with a glance, I saw his gift. He is not just a vampire, not just brave and remarkably intelligent-he has something more." She seemed like she was going to say more, but stopped. "Come, The Council is summoning you, on your plane. No doubt they bore witness to your bond and need to speak to the two of you."

"Oh, so that wasn't you in my chambers, earlier, right after our bond?"

"No, I try not to step into that realm, unless absolutely necessary. It is very taxing. The lack of faith in The Great Ones drains so much energy." She seemed sad. "In fact, if I need to speak with you, I will often draw you to another time or dimension, to do so. Hurry, you must go." She took my hand and I cast one glance back to Erik and he was staring between the two of us, with a confused look on his face. Eventhough he wasn't mine, I couldn't resist, the feelings were still there. "Goodbye, Erik. I love you, keep me in your thoughts." I wondered if he would remember this or if She would wipe this from his memory. With that she kissed each cheek, then my forehead. I heard the "pop" and I opened my eyes.

I was lying on the grass in my favorite spot in the gardens and Eric was shaking me, "Sookie, wake up." I looked up at him, so happy to be back. I threw my arms around him in a big hug.

He laughed, "As much as I would like to cash in on this affection, we have to go. The Council has summoned us." Damn.