Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, though I do own all my OC's…Including Aaron (sighs).

A/N – A quick thanks to Veyrona, for help in chapter nine for translations! :)

Chapter thirty-one! ~

I was really starting to regret ever going to Luke's party. As I mulled over the rather unfortunate state of events that had lead me here, Sookie continued to watch me. I shuddered a little under her scrutinising gaze. Obviously, she was not a happy bunny. It didn't take a genius elf to guess why.

"You shouldn't be here," Sookie started, her tone sharp, her watch protective.

"Neither should you," I shot right back. I didn't dare let my smug grin show. I would have rather kept my head, thank you very much. Sookie rolled her blue eyes.

"Don't you go there with me, young lady."

Uh oh. Those two words sent a rather nervous jolt through me. Young lady. Sookie only ever used those words when she was mad. And I mean mad. I was in some deep shit.

"I wasn't my fault!" I blurted out. "I was kidnapped! I was at a party, when –"

"Was it that blonde boy who kept feeling you up?" My sister asked bluntly, and I blanched.

"Yeah. Felt up, touched, whatever you wanna call it, but –"

"You partied with the wrong crowd, and he took you. I know how it is," Sookie interrupted again, grimacing. "Teenagers. At first it'll be a depression, then they'll start rebelling. Next thing you know, they're doing drugs and making babies at ridiculous ages –"

"Sookie!" I all but cried, exasperated. "You're definitely seeing it wrong! See, some of my school…friends…invited me to a party, so, naturally, I went. What I didn't know, though, was that there were werewolves waiting to kidnap me."

Sookie crossed her arms, a frown marring her perfect features. "But the werewolves should have no incentive to go after you. Russell only wanted me for my…well, these weird powers I have…" She shook her head, trailing off.

I sighed raggedly. "It's a long story, but here's the short of it: a boy I met at Godric's mansion fell in love with me, and has been pursing me for a while now. Somehow, Russell allowed him use of the werewolves to get me. He got me. The end."

Sookie narrowed her eyes until they were thin slits, and her mouth pursed. "Why didn't you tell him to back off? Actually, I half expected you to give the boy a good kicking up his –"

"Okay, okay," I interrupted quickly, not wanting blondie – who was guarding the door – to hear what she had to say. Vampires did have enhanced hearing abilities, after all. I noticed Eric look at me curiously, but smirked when our gazes met. I turned back round to Sook. "– Let's not just assume that I'm that violent…"

"I'm not assuming," Sookie muttered, "I'm stating a fact."

I growled. "Shut the f – rick up," I stumbled, quickly changing my choice of word as Sookie shot me a venomous warning-glare. I laughed nervously. "Look, it doesn't matter. I'm here, you're here. Let's work a plan to get out." My last sentence dropped an octave – I still wasn't entirely sure which side Eric was on. Even though he'd told Bill he'd get me home – which I was grateful for – his agenda wasn't to save my big sister.

I didn't want him sweeping me off my feet until I'd worked out a solid escape-attempt for Sookie.

Speaking of sweeping off my feet, where was Godric?

The lazy bastard hadn't come to save the damsel in distress. I mumbled something about forgetful, asshead vampires and how I'd be bashing the head in of a certain two-thousand year old one later…

I jumped when I felt a cool hand on my head, but scowled deeply when that hand messed up my hair. "…Eric," I hissed, swivelling round on the plush couch to drill holes into his brain. The blonde Viking just smiled innocently, even though he was clearly guilty, and sat down beside me.

Sookie didn't like this one bit. She was still furious with him. "Go away Eric," She grouched, her face screwed up angrily, her posture tense. "You've done enough."

Eric's expression dropped, and for a moment, I could have sworn I saw something akin to pain in those blue depths. As soon as it had come, though, it disappeared, and his face was suddenly an unreadable mask. "I will have done enough when Rosalie is safe," Eric said firmly.

Sookie couldn't argue with this, of course. Her face softened like butter at room temperature. "Fine," She sighed, "But if you harm my little sister in any way, Eric Northman, I swear to God –"

Eric growled – a deep inhuman sounding-one in his chest. He was offended. "I would not lay a finger on my maker's mate," He hissed viciously, livid. His blue eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't say such idiotic things," He snapped, and Sookie clamped her mouth shut.

Deciding that I didn't want a hissy fit on my hands, I cut in. "Eric," I said tentatively, placing a hand on his arm. He relaxed a little, but his hulking frame was still alert and ready – probably to pounce on whomever tried to touch me. (Touch me being Aaron…probably). "Is Godric in danger?"

Eric shot me a surprised look. "In danger? I doubt it," He replied. "I would know. Besides, there isn't much out there that is stronger than Godric."

Yeah, unless you count Russell and my father…

Suddenly, a look of understanding crossed Eric's features. "Are you worried because he hasn't come for you?" He asked. I looked away, feeling embarrassed. Eric chuckled, and mushed me to his chest in a painful hug. "He knows that I am with you. He has not come because he trusts me to bring you back to him safely."

"How does Godric know - ?"

Eric kissed the top of my head affectionately. "He is my maker, little Viking," He grinned, resting his chin on my hair. "He just knows. Just how he always knows where you are. Just how you always feel his emotions."

I nodded. "Oh."

"Nothing will happen to you," Eric assured me. "You will be safe. I swear it."

I frowned. "Eric," I started, "I can't just leave Sookie behind…" Eric's grip around me tightened, and I knew he was struggling to answer me. Before he could, however, we heard footsteps nearing the library area. Most likely Russell.

Eric flashed away immediately, but not before sending me a warning glance. It clearly said, don't say anything stupid. He disappeared out the door.

I sighed, and leant back into my seat as Russell Edgington waltzed into the room. He had a frown upon his face, but it fled as soon as he saw the two of us, ready for whatever questions he was going to throw in our faces. He grinned boldly – perhaps sadistically – and swaggered over to the fireplace.

I watched with wary eyes, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides – ready for any trouble. I wasn't sure what his intentions were, only that he wanted to know more about Sookie's powers. I made a silent oath to myself that I'd never tell him what my sister was. I wouldn't tell Russell what I was, either.

I just hoped that Aaron would keep my secret.

Russell picked up the metal poker. I noticed that the handle was inlaid with gold – it glittered dazzlingly as he poked at the fire. I wasn't particularly cold, but I wondered why on earth a vampire would need a fireplace, when they didn't even feel the cold.

I could practically hear Sookie gulp opposite me. I had no doubt that Russell heard it. "Isn't it warm out for a fire?" She asked nervously, her hands scrunched up on her knees.

Russell sighed, his gaze flickering over to me, before going back to a tense Sookie. "I suppose it is," He replied nonchalantly. However, a second later, his face twisted a little in an odd, gleeful grin, "I love a good fire. There's something…primal about it. Always makes things more…dramatic." He brought the poker out the fireplace, and let his hand clench around the hot tip. I heard the sizzle, and shivered when he shot Sookie a rather sadistic grin.

Russell put the poker back into its golden holder, and got down to business. "Now," He said loudly, "It's time for you, and you," He sat down beside me, and gave me a little wink – I resisted the urge to hurl – "To answer my questions."

Sookie sat up straighter. "Fine," She agreed, "But I've got some questions for you, too."

The King chuckled. "Honey," He laughed disbelievingly, shuffling a little closer to me and curling his arm around the headrest behind me.

He's gay, he's gay, he's gay…

His knee brushed mine.

Fuck.

"…There's a fine line between feisty and delusional," Russell continued, snickering. Sookie bristled. I remained feeling positively sick to my stomach. If this guy so much as touched me –

"You're not really in any position to bargain," He said to Sookie, throwing her a knowing look.

"You don't know that," Sookie shot back defiantly. I cringed inwardly. Please don't do something you'll regret, Sook…

Russell chuckled. "Oooh, now it's getting interesting," He said amazedly. He turned his head to grin at me. "Wouldn't you agree, my lovely little Rosalie?" His hand that neared my right shoulder stretched forward to brush at a stray piece of hair.

Fucking perverted paedophilic horny bastard vampire King -

I cleared my throat. "It sure is," I said quietly, and Russell sent me a positively glowing expression. His hand came to rest on my shoulder. Don't recoil. Act normal, goddamit.

Wait, what part of this normal anyway?!

"So, I'll answer one of your questions, and you'll answer one of mine?" Sookie asked hopefully, cocking her head slightly to her right. Russell grinned, and I squealed when his arm dropped from my shoulder to wrap around my waist. He brought me to his side rather forcefully.

Sookie shot me a look. I read it loud and clear: play along. Let him do that for now…

Yeah, well, she wasn't the one who'd have a jealous, two-thousand year old vampire all over her later. I had no doubt that Godric would smell the Mississippi vampire King's scent all over me.

Russell chuckled again, somewhat mockingly. "Who goes first?" He looked down at me pointedly, grinning – his fingers brushing little circles on my waist.

"I have a mate," I said angrily. Fuck what Sookie said. I wasn't going to let this pervert drool all over me. Russell laughed quietly.

"He won't mind, my darling, I'm sure," He said positively, "I am a King after all." He stressed his last sentence, as though he being a King would stop Godric from ripping his head, legs and arms off. And maybe ripping his heart out while he was at it.

I scowled, but didn't say anything else on the matter. Russell seemed pleased with his last statement.

"Are you the King of all vampires?" Sookie asked quickly, and Russell snorted. I sighed in embarrassment. If she was gonna ask questions, couldn't she ask sensible ones? I felt a drop in my stomach – perhaps this was a sensible question for my sister…

"Heaven's no, my dear girl," He chuckled, a little bewildered at her ignorance, "I am merely the King of Mississippi," He explained, and I nodded subtly. Russell, noticing this, leant down to run his pointed nose up my slender neck. He inhaled deeply, and I shuddered in disgust. "– Although it seems my little Rosalie already knew that. You're very smart, aren't you? Good girl," He praised me.

I sent a helpless look over at Sookie, and she just shrugged. "Don't you have a husband? Talbot won't like you so close to me," I pointed out hastily. The King laughed deeply.

"Oh, please, darling," He shrilled, "Talbot's gone behind my back plenty of times. This is nothing compared to the things he's done."

I gulped. "B-but this is all you're gonna do, right?" Russell sent me a toothy grin. His hand crawled lower. I jumped in his grasp, and he clung onto me, laughing loudly. "You're gay!" I shrieked. God, I'd had enough of boys feeling me up! Why couldn't I have been born nice and fugly, with a blood scent so disgusting that it would drive away even starved vampires?! Jesus!

"Mmm, yes, I'm what humans would call gay," Russell said, "Though I don't object to a pretty lady every now and then."

Holy son of a biscuit. I'm screwed.

"Do you have a crown?" Sookie asked loudly, bringing Russell's attention away from me. I mentally thanked my sister.

"I have several," Russell stated enthusiastically, leaning forward – unfortunately bringing me with him. I grimaced. "That's two questions. My turn," Edgington declared. He leant backwards, this time bringing me straight into his lap, where he could pet me like a dog.

I started imagining of all the ways I could stage out his death…

"What are you?" He asked Sookie, suddenly serious. He tugged on a lock of my hair, almost as though he was urging me to blurt out his desired answers. Well, he certainly wasn't getting them. It was a good thing that Sookie didn't know what she really was. I was a better liar than her.

"You're definitely not human," Russell said lowly.

"My parents were human," Sookie said, almost questioningly.

"How do you know?" Russell asked, all trace of fun gone from his tone. His focus was sent solely on Sookie. "And how do you know they were your parents, for that matter?"

I frowned. I didn't know any of the answers to that. I only really knew about my heritage, and my parents. The only thing I really knew about Sookie's heritage was that she was part fairy.

Sookie pursed her lips. "My grandfather was like me," She answered, and I pricked my ears up in interest.

"Which is…?" Russell asked, leaning forward again. It looked like he'd forgotten about me temporarily. Sookie looked him dead in the eye.

"I can hear people's thoughts," She said evenly. "And shifter's. Werewolves. Not vampires," She finished exasperatedly.

Russell smiled. "How dreadful that must be," He said. Sookie shook her head.

"Oh, you have no idea," She whispered.

"I mean, who cares what anybody else is thinkin'?" Russell asked rhetorically. Sookie looked visibly shaken by this, and I noticed a few tears collect in her eyes.

"My turn," She said, her voice even quieter. It wavered slightly. I looked at her sadly. I wished I could go over there and give her a bear hug – if I wasn't secured tightly in this paedophile's lap, that is.

Russell let out a huff. Sookie continued. "Is – Is Lorena gonna kill Bill?" She asked, her voice like the whispering wind.

"If she knows what's good for her," The King responded, leaning back again, his hand coming up to stroke my bare arm. I noticed Sookie on the verge of crying. "But she'll take her time. He's been her drug of choice for centuries now. She's gonna have a hard time letting go."

"Please," Sookie sobbed, her eyes glazing over with unshed tears. "You can stop her."

"Why would you want me to?" Russell asked gruffly. He lifted me and gently placed me on the seat, before standing up. He walked over to a table behind the seat, and picked up a brown folder. "Are you aware that your noble Mr Compton has been keeping a secret file on you…?" He walked back over and handed the file to Sookie. "…On you family."

Sookie sniffed, glancing at him and me briefly, before opening the folder and rummaging through its contents, looking at the papers. Russell came to sit back down, and rested his chin in his hand, seemingly having forgotten about me.

Thank god for that. Maybe I can plan an escape –

"What the –" Sookie looked shocked, broken. I couldn't blame her. I never would have imagined that Bill would do such a devious thing.

"My turn," Russell cut in demandingly. He was losing his patience. "What are you besides a telepath? And what on earth makes that light come outta your hands?" He asked, stretching his palm as though he too could conjure up Sookie's fairy magic.

Sookie looked defeated, and she shook her head. She didn't know.

But I did.

Russell looked irritated. "Oh, don't make me force the answers outta ya," He said dangerously. I narrowed my eyes in fury. Was he threatening my sister? Bastard!

Sookie shook her head again, her face twisting in anguish. "I don't know," She said, her voice thick with tears. "I never even knew I could do it until recently, and I don't know what I am! Maybe I'm an alien! All I know is that it's something big, so if I were you I wouldn't hurt me, or anyone I care about!"

I bit my lip, trying hard myself to burst into tears. She looked at me, trying desperately not to let forth a barrelling of pitiful sobs.

"Are there other powers?" Russell asked bluntly.

"It's my turn –"

Russell stood up in a flash, and yelled at Sookie in anger. His fangs dropped down, and he bared them menacingly at Sookie. I felt something in me snap, and I was just about to jump up and blast that prick away with some of my magic, until a hand on my arm stopped me.

I swivelled round to see Eric, who was looking at me pointedly. I gritted my teeth, but made no move to attack the King.

"Are there other powers!" Russell demanded, glaring at Sookie.

"Once I threw a chain at somebody, and it wrapped around his neck by itself," Sookie offered, looking up at him in obvious fear. I almost pounced. "L-like that face-crab thing from Alien," She finished. I gave her an odd look.

Did she mean Alien vs. Predator? Hmm…

"That's all," Sookie said quietly. Russell chuckled humourlessly.

"Well. No wonder the Queen is so…fascinated by you," Russell said, taking the folder from Sookie.

"There's a Queen?" Sookie asked in disbelief.

"Oooh, sweetheart," Russell mock-pitied her, "You really don't know anything at all, do ya?" Sookie looked down, a stray tear rolling down her cheek.

I snarled loudly. "What the fuck!" I yelled. "How can you be so insensitive?!"

I should have remembered what Uncle Adorellan told me. Emotions fuel the magic. I was angry. Last time I was angry and not in control, I had almost killed myself from the strength of my power.

I couldn't stop myself as a glittering purple energy started to spark around me. I was like a broken fuse, dangerous and uncontrollable. Russell looked at me in fascinated glee. He clapped his hands together, chuckling.

"Remarkable!" He crowed. "So you too, my lovely little Rosalie, has a power! Excellent."

Eric stiffened from behind me. I cursed myself, and immediately reined in my magic. Blondie wrapped his muscular arms around me, and brought me to his chest. Sookie was looking at me in undisguised shock. I glanced at her hastily. Looks like the cat was out of the bag.

"What are you?" Russell asked me, and Eric growled warningly at him. Edgington chuckled, holding up his hands.

"I know, Eric. I know," He sighed. "She is your maker's mate. I wouldn't dare to touch or harm her in any way…" He licked his lips, and I shuddered violently. Pig.

"It is in my best intention to get her home. Now," Blondie said seriously. Russell chuckled, shaking his head.

"Oh, definitely not, my boy," He replied, looking at me with a gleam in his eye. "You can escort my lovely little Rosalie up to a room, please. Oh, guards?" He hollered at the bulky vampire-guards. "If you could take Sookie to her own room too, please."

I could only watch as Eric led me away from a shivering Sookie.

"Eric, what the hell?!" I whisper-shouted, whacking him in the shoulder. We were in one of the mansion's many hallways, arguing. "I have to go get Sookie!"

Eric grabbed my bicep, glaring fiercely at me. "You should not have shown Edgington that," He hissed deeply, "He will not stop pursing you now."

I glared right back at him. "It's not my fault! I lost control!" I growled. "At least he doesn't know what I or Sookie is…"

"You know what Sookie is…?" Eric asked curiously. I froze.

"No, of course not," I retorted sharply. Eric shot me a disbelieving look.

"You're a good liar," He muttered. "But I won't press you for answers – yet. You need to get out of here…"

"I'm not leaving without Sookie!" I yelled quietly. Eric bared his teeth.

"If I know Sookie, I know that she'll find her own way out," Eric assured me. I crossed my arms.

"Eric, why are you here?" I asked. Blondie ran a hand down his face, before speaking truthfully.

"Edgington," He spat his name out like poison, "Was the one who murdered my Viking family and stole my father's crown. I'm here to get the crown back, and -"

"Get some form of revenge?" I muttered lowly, and Eric nodded.

"You need to go now," Eric said. "Come on. Hop onto my back, I'll run you to Godric's."

I smirked, and shook my head. "Don't need to," I responded smugly. Blondie looked at me weirdly.

"You can't walk to Louisiana from Mississippi," He said incredulously. I shook my head again.

"I'll just teleport myself out of here," I explained. Eric looked at me in shock.

"Why couldn't you have done that hours ago?!" He hissed. I shrugged.

"I wanted to work out a way of getting Sookie out, too," I replied. Eric looked away. I sighed deeply. "Look, just – just makes sure she gets out, okay? Please? For me."

Blondie looked down at me for a while, before sighing and leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Fine," He grunted. "But no promises. Now go."

"Oh, one more thing," I said, as I took a step back, "Make sure Aaron doesn't escape from this place." Eric smirked and nodded.

I let my magic flow free, and allowed it to swirl around me like a ballerina's streamer. It sparkled and shimmered, and sparked like electricity all at the same time. I watched Eric's stunned gaze, and I grinned happily. "Make sure my sister gets out, or I'll complain to your daddy!" I warned him, and he shook his head, smirking again.

In a flash of purple lighting, I was gone.

Review, review! Tell me what you think, please. This story is almost finished, if anyone's wondering. Oh, by the by, I am getting seriously fed up with Aaron, so I'm gunna keep him locked away in Russell's mansion.

Who knows? Maybe Lorena will find him…. :3