LAST TIME

I clutched my hand, as my left middle finger was dislocated and asked with a growl "What kind of gifts".

Godric meets my eyes with a very solemn look and replies

"It is rumored that a fairy's blood could allow a vampire to day walk"

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SPOV

After hours of torture, Steve finally left. Every finger on my left hand had been pulled from the joint with those dreaded pliers, and he had cut me more times than I could remember. My blood was dripping from the multiple wounds all over my body, and I was quickly losing hope. I had turned my brain off some time ago, when Steve had removed the gag in the hopes of hearing my screams. I wouldn't give him that sadistic pleasure. I gritted my teeth and screamed to every kind of God in my head, but I did not give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg and scream.

I lay limp, still tied to the chair, my head hanging down, with blood dripping from my chapped and bleeding lips. Steve had gotten bored with his props and had fed me a few slaps and punches for the thrill. Some Christian. I had picked from his thoughts that he saw this as justice, a one for one. He made a deal with some southern vampire, who I pulled from his thoughts but had never seen, that he could torture and break me, but they got to turn me. The plan was to collect my blood for as long as possible to use it for some kind of concoction, and then turn me against my will so that I had to suffer eternity as Lorena's slave. I couldn't bear that. I would try to meet the sun if that happened. I could finally be with Gran again. My heart sang at that thought. I was so tired. SO tired of being used, tired of being told I was crazy, and tired of fighting. I began thinking about Gran, and her warm hugs, and sunk into my mental thoughts.

I found myself in a meadow, with long beautiful daisies. I was in a long flowy white gown, and my hair was curled and cascading down my back, almost reaching past my hips. I felt so light. So free. No pain could reach me here, I must have sunken into my subconscious space in a corner of my mind, and I was glad I found it now of all times. I walked slowly through the meadow, which seemed to stretch in every direction as far as I could see. There were no trees, just endless long stemmed daisies. I giggled. It was gorgeous. I took a strong inhale of the fresh sent and continued to walk slowly.

Sookie

I turn, to find Eric is behind me. He is shirtless, in a pair of loose black pants, with his palms up and his arms outstretched towards me.

Where are you Sookie? Eric asks, as I take a step towards him.

I'm right here you goof I reply, taking another step towards his hands

I can't find you lover. Let me help you. Let me in. Eric whispers, and I realize this may be his human self trying to communicate with my through the bond. My heart breaks. He wants to find me. I rack my brain trying to think of something to give him and come up with the only thing that I think may help him.

Steve Newlin. I was just about to reach his arms, and was humming with the thought of his embrace, when he disappears in a whisp of smoke. I fall to my knees in the field.

He has to find me. I can't take more torture. I don't want to be a vampire. My thoughts start spiralling, as I put my head in my hands and try to center myself as I sit in between the daisies.

Sookie. A melodic voice whispers to me. I look around, but see no one.

Sookie. I stand, and start stretching my vision to see if I can see who is calling my name.

Use your mind Sookie the angel says. So I begin thinking into my self conscious, realizing that my words echo around the meadow as if it were an enclosed globe.

Who are you? I ask

Family. They whisper, and the meadow starts to blow with a soft breeze. You must use your gift Sookie, use your powers.

My eyebrows scrunch together, as I ask, What powers? My telepathy can't help me escape.

Use your spark. Center yourself and think of the space you are most home. Where you feel most safe. Center yourself, and imagine yourself there. We will help you. Go. Go now.

I open my eyes to the cellar. My spark? Not knowing who this strange voice is, or what they're talking about, I find I have nothing to lose. I look around and open my shields, still picking up subtle brain patterns from the humans and weres around the palace. I try to center myself and think of the place I feel most safe. Home. Bon temps. Gran. I picture the farm house, and my bedroom, the beautiful porch looking over the yard. All of a sudden the cellar door opens and Steve walks in again, this time with what looks like a medical kit. The bastard starts humming as he jabs a needle into my vein, and attaches it to a tube, which he then attaches to a large blood donor bag.

"You're gonna be the newest flavour or True Blood. They should call it skank" Steve chuckles, sticking another IV in my other arm to start the same process. I realize that he is planning to drain my blood as much as possible for the concoction he was thinking about earlier. I can't believe there's much blood left in my system at this point. At the thought of the blood being syphoned from my body to donor bags against my will, I close my eyes and make one last prayer to the mystery source from my mind.

Please help me. They're going to drain my blood and sell it to vampires, and turn me against my will. Please. Save me. HELP me. I beg, I scrunch my eyes closed and wish with every fibre of my being that someone, something, anything, will stop this madness.

My eyes open with the sharp sound of a pop. There seems to be a large gust of wind as a large man with pointy ears, and long silver hair grabs Steve by the throat and lifts him into the air.

"You have committed a blood offense against my kin! I will take your life as penitence!" He roars, and I watch with mortification as he squeezes Steve's neck tighter and tighter, until his neck seems to crumble in his hands. His head becomes separate from his body, and the stranger throws it against the wall, where it splatters. Steve's lifeless body drops to the floor, and I let out a sharp piercing shriek.

The man then pulls the IVs out of my arms, and grabs the tubes and the blood. He kneels down in front of me, and cuts the fishing wire on my legs with one sharp fingernail. He then looks me in the eyes and says:
"Do not be frightened Little One. I am here to help you. I am the relative from your mind" He whispers, and gives me a small smile. I let out the breath I was holding and lean my forehead against his, instantly trusting him for some reason. He feels safe, and his close proximity makes me feel warm inside. I find myself nodding.

"I'm going to take you somewhere safe" he says, as his sharp fingernail snaps the zip tie behind my back. My arms release and I feel my tired body sag forward. The stranger comes around quickly, and scoops my into his arms, securing one arm under my legs and one around my back. I close my eyes and embrace this warm, safe feeling. Steve is gone, and he's going to take me somewhere safe. I close my eyes as I hear another sharp pop just as I drift off into sleep.

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EPOV

6:30 PM

The sun has finally set below the horizon, and my maker and I have taken to the sky. I am honing in on the small blood tie I have with Sookie and monitoring her pain level. She seems to have drifted off into some kind of sleep.

Sookie I call to her Sookie, where are you? I try to prod our week connection, stroking it in my mind. I can't find you lover. Let me help you. Let me in. I push all my worry and affection towards our connection and hope with everything I have that she responds somehow. I feel confusion and humor return and send a small thanks to Odin that it at least it is not pain, and I have felt some kind of response. All of a sudden I hear her voice whisper in my head Steve Newlin. I immediately tell my maker, speaking in Gaul.

"Steve Newlin disappeared after the Dallas events. He has not been heard from since". I push forward and fly faster to where Sookie's weak blood tie is beckoning me. We have just crossed the border into Mississippi and I veer towards Jackson. I close my eyes and center myself to the tie. She's in a basement of some kind. I slow down as we get closer, and I see a large compound come into view. It looks like a large southern estate, complete with pillars in the front entrance and lavish landscaping. I hear Godric hiss beside me.

"That is Edgington's palace" he says.

"What does that have to do with Newlin?" I can't help but ask. We both stay back from the compound, way above the clouds, as we can see that there is a number of hired two-natured help around the property line. We speak quickly in Gaul trying to plan an attack and escape, Godric believing it is best to wait and come back later with more enforcements. I can feel the despair and tiredness in Sookie's blood and I refuse to leave.

"Godric she is dying. Her heartbeat is slowing" as Godric tells me I should at least call Pam, all of a sudden my tie to Sookie explodes. I bite my lip to cover the roar that threatens to escape me, and feel a thick stream of blood poor down my lip.

"She's gone" I whisper. Godric's eyes show shock and sorrow before he asks "dead?" I shake my head subtly.

"She is so far it feels like another plane" My mind starts searching through possibilities and Godric and I both come to the same conclusion.

"Niall"

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