Lafayette was seething quietly in the kitchen, quietly as in banging shit around and not talking. He wasn't too fond of Eric Northman already, probably because Eric wasn't giving out any information he had found on Tara's disappearance. Typical vampire behavior I suppose, they didn't like to share anything.

I waited on tables, and did what a barmaid was supposed to do. All the while my mind was on Eric. Had he found anything on Tara? Was she still alive? And why the hell did he need 'time'? The bar was busy enough that I could distract myself some, but that didn't last too long. The rush ended in an hour and we slowed down to just twenty patrons. And that's when Pam sauntered in and sat in my section.

I came right to her, ignoring the Ratray's glares as I walked past them. Pam was dressed in pink, even her hair was tied up in a bun with a pink tie keeping it in place. She smiled, "Sookie, you need to come with me. Now."

I tried to find some type of hint in her eyes but they were devoid of any type of emotion. I felt eyes at my back and saw Lafayette staring at me from the kitchen counter. His eyes filled with hope. Sam stood at the bar watching the both of us, curious.

"Is this about the werewolves, or Tara?"

Pam shook her head, "The Queen wants to meet you. Now." Searching her face more closely I could see her jaw was set to stone and she didn't look happy behind that smile.

Knowing something bad was about to happen my smile widened until it stretched uncomfortably across my face. It was a habit. "Okay, let me talk to my boss." I rushed over to Sam and he put his towel down and leaned across the counter towards me.

"What's going on, Sooks." He asked.

"I need to be off, can Dawn cover my tables? I only have three if you count the Rattray's and they only want beer." I asked sweetly.

I tried to stop myself from reading my boss' mind and it was easy enough but sometimes his thoughts just came to me. And right now he wanted to say no and keep me here because he didn't want me going with Pam. Especially since he heard there was a male vampire escorting me places. How he knew this I didn't know. And I didn't ask. One problem at a time and all of that.

He nodded his head curtly, "Yeah, go. I got you."

I squeezed his shoulder and went to Lafayette at the counter. "I have to go meet the Queen."

His jaw dropped. "Oh, fuck. Is it that big?"

I shook my head, my ponytail whipping against my neck. "No I have problems of my own, but I'll probably see Eric and I'm going to check up on any information he has on Tara. I promise." I said, pecking him on the cheek and darting off to Pam. She was standing by the door now, and she walked out as I approached her.

She walked past my car and led me to a bright pink convertible. "Get in." She ordered before flouncing into the front seat. It was the first sign she had ever shown of being 'young', she had had been turned in her twenties by my estimate.

As we drove to Shreveport she stayed silent, and so did I. Until the quiet got to me. "Eric isn't mentally unstable is he?"

Pam burst into laughter, her face splitting into a smile. "Oh my god, I can't wait to tell him you asked that."

I smacked my lips, "I mean he wasn't like, schizo or bipolar before he was turned was he?"

She glanced over at me with amused eyes. "Um, no. Not to my knowledge."

I settled into my seat, and pouted. "He acts like it."

She kept driving, silent now. "I don't know what's going on with him, since he's met you he's been...different. I can't believe he hasn't even fucked you yet."

"Excuse me!?" I spluttered, shocked that she had even insinuate something like that. Even if it was kind of true that we had almost did the deed in the bed. Which would have been my first time and probably a big mistake. I wouldn't dwell on that right now though.

She shook her head. "Eric doesn't wait. He takes what he wants, it's what he's done for the centuries that I've known him and even before. It's in his blood, he was a viking."

I nodded my head. "Yeah I read about that online."

She snorted. "He killed the vampire who leaked that information."

That reminded me not to babble about the things I knew and keep my big mouth shut.

We arrived at Shreveport and I followed her into the back door, and into the bar. The place was packed and Eric was at his usual spot, on the throne shirtless. Letting the crowd gawk at him. It took everything I had to divert my attention away from all the sexual thoughts everyone was having about him. And it took some self control not to be upset about the females that wanted to screw him. My body and my soul screamed 'mine'.

As soon as we entered the room Eric noticed us and his attention snapped to me. His eyes burned with what no one could ever miss as lust. He looked me up and down and his tongue slid out to lips his lips. The vee between my legs melted at the sight of him.

He left his seat and sauntered over to us. The crowd parting as he walked and made his way over to me.

"Sookie" He greeted me, taking hold of my hand and kissing it slightly below my wrist.

"Eric." It took all I had not to take control and kiss his lips the way I wanted to. But I didn't. Because tonight I meet the Queen.

"Come with me." Eric ordered, his hand clasping with mine. I followed him into his office and he closed and locked the door. A hanger was hung up on the door frame and he took it down and handed it to me. "Here is a change of clothes. The Queen meets us in ten minutes." Eric began stripping his clothes off. First his shirt, and when he began pulling down his jeans I looked away. Eric wasn't wearing any underwear.

"It's only a cock, Sookie." Eric teased me, and he didn't sound too far away. I wanted to look behind me but I didn't know what I would find. I'm a virgin, I had never seen a erection in my life that wasn't in an anatomy book.

"It's yours! And now isn't the time for this." I said irately, not because I was irritated at him. I was mostly mad at myself. Being in a room with a naked Eric set my skin on fire and my heart racing. And I was nervous as hell.

"I'm dressed Sookie." He chuckled arrogantly behind him. I turned around to find him dressed in a fitted t-shirt, long blazer, and expensive looking suit pants. He looked good enough to eat.

He began closing the distance between us with his long strides and I pressed myself against the closed door until he was only a breath away. His hands went to my waist and he began pulling up my shirt. "Eric, wait."

"Hmn?" He rumbled, my shirt lifted above my bra and I helped him get it over my head. Not even bothering to stop the viking who took what he wanted when he wanted to. I liked it, I liked him. And I wanted him to take control, I was tired of wanting him to no avail. His lips pressed into my neck and trailed down into the cups of my bra. His fingers dipped into the waistband of my shorts and he unbuttoned them and began dragging them down my legs.

His body pressed into mine and it felt like heaven. "Remember what I said?" Eric whispered into my ear as his lips made a trail of kisses.

"I'm yours...and you're mine."

He chuckled, and damn if that was sexy. "I don't remember the second part."

"I said it." I told him firmly. Squeezing his biceps with my hands for balance.

His entire body stilled and he lifted his head to grin at me. "I'm yours, huh?"

"Yep."

"I shouldn't like that as much as I do." He said, his hands curling into my hair.

My breath came in short little inhales. My heart beat fast and I could see myself falling to pieces in his arms. The Queen was coming however. "Sweetie, the Queen will be here soon."

His eyes seemed to glaze over and the laughter and happiness I saw in them before left in a blink. He pulled away from me and went back to his desk. "The Queen arrived four minutes ago."

My heart skipped a beat at what that meant. Eric was keeping the Queen waiting. "Why aren't you rushing me?"

He shrugged, sitting in his chair. "I'm already defying her order why not keep her waiting?"

"What orders?"

He smiled and it wasn't a warming one. "To stay away from you romantically. You haven't really been allowing me to do that." He tossed me my clothes. "Get dressed before her little servant Andre storms in here and gets himself killed." I got dressed and Eric watched with his fangs extracted. It made me horny, needy, and scared at the same time.

As I was buttoning my blouse (which was mostly sheer) there was a knock at the door.

"Announcing the Queen of Louisiana and her second in command Andre." Pam said from outside the door enthusiastically.

I finished the button on my shirt and stepped away from the door. Standing next to the chair that sat across Eric's desk instead.

"Come in." Eric ordered more than offered.

The door opened and Pam entered the room first, keeping the door wide opened she ushered the royalty in. She didn't look happy about it either.

A small girl around fifthteen entered the room. She was plain in looks, but her transition into becoming a vampire made her beautiful. She was dainty and childlike and I couldn't believe she could actually exceed fear from people and vampires alike.

She glared at Eric. "What is your excuse for keeping me waiting?"

Eric didn't even blink in his Queen's presence. He continued sitting, with his body lax in the chair. "I was speaking with Sookie, and time got away I suppose"

Sophie-Anne and Andre turned towards me like there were one. "Sookie" They said together.

I waved from where I was standing ,which one only a few feet away from them. "Hello."

Sophie-Anne smiled wide, her fangs teasing her bottom lip. "Oh, aren't you a darling? I've been yearning to meet you."

And from the look she was giving me I could tell that wasn't such a good thing.

My life.

A/N: I know this chapter was pretty short, but I hope you liked it anyway. Thank you for continuing to read this story!