A/N - True Blood and SVM Characters belong to Mrs. Harris, Alan Ball and HBO. The storyline and original characters are my own. Thank you for the delicious reviews, feedback and alerts. I am glad my little twist has your approval. I do enjoy an amnesiac Eric, but he's been done to death in fan fic. If you have read my other story you know I am anything but predictable :) Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Scene 1 - SPOV - Reflection

I woke to the sound of someone hammering on my front door. I groggily struggled to get out of the bed but found myself trapped by the arm which was wrapped around my waist. I huffed and tried to read who was at the door to find out what they wanted. I found myself in the grumbling mind of Bobby Burnham, Eric's snobbish day man. I knew Ginger wasn't the most capable, but this guy was just so icky. I wished he was the one with the cheese cake mind. I 'listened' while he grumbled about lazy strumpets then followed his thoughts back out to his car and down the drive way.

I collapsed back into the bed and peered down at the heavy arm serving as my anchor. I became uneasy when I observed Eric's hand had found its way under my cami and was resting on my abdomen. Well the work for the day was not going to get done no matter how tempting it was to stare at Eric's relaxed features. I blushed to my toes when I observed this time he had skipped on the bottoms and was in my bed in the nude. The Lord had surely blessed Mr. Northman in every way.

I scurried into the shower and threw on some faded jeans and a well worn sweat shirt which I would not mind getting stained. I had some spring cleaning to get out of the way. I fixed myself some eggs and sausage and followed it down with juice and a coffee. Well fortified I release the shutters on the entire house accept for the bedrooms. While cleaning the previous day I had discovered each room also had a button in the room which would control the window and door operations, and the main control was located under the phone in the kitchen. If I lost the remote or the batteries failed or I just plain forgot to bring it with me, I could still lock down the house.

I was ready to go with a full tummy and grabbed my cell phone to call Alcide. I planned on telling him about the wolves who had been in my woods and ask him to clean them out. I was tired of being held prisoner in my own home. Eric wouldn't be able to do anything until he rose and I wasn't going to be the weak willed princess anymore.

Alcide's phone only rang once.

"Herveaux Contracting, Alcide speaking," he answered.

"Hello Alcide, this is Sookie Stackhouse," I told him with a bright smile on my face and hopefully carrying over the phone.

"Sookie," he was hesitant, "I heard a rumor you were back in town is everything all right?"

"Just peachy keen Alcide, though I do have one small problem which I believe you can help me with. You still were looking for Debbie?" I asked, holding my breath.

Debbie had once been involved with Alcide, until she lied to him about being able to get pregnant. Alcide was a bit reluctant to bring another were child in to the world and didn't appreciate being used. Debbie had then latched onto this other nut job were called Cooter. Debbie wasn't very bright as far as I was concerned anyway, of course our girl to girl relationship wasn't helped by the fact that I had killed her Cooter, sliced her face and in her mind stole her boyfriend Alcide. She was right though, Alcide deserved much better. He was a good man and didn't need to be involved with a crazy were bitch and a human who was considered vampire crack.

"You know where Debbie is Sookie?" Alcide asked and I knew right away he still had feelings for Debbie.

I took a deep breath and played my card, "I haven't seen her since I have come back, but there have been wolves in my woods every night, attacking. They are Russell's pack. They all carry his brand; if anyone would know where she is it would be them. I've manage to get rid of half of them, but there is still six or seven left."

"You want me to get rid of them for you?" he growled.

"I think we can help each other here Alcide, you want to find Debbie and these boys are part of her pack. If you are worried they aren't on 'V' anymore, besides aren't they trespassing on your territory?" I wheedled hoping he would agree to help.

"What about Eric?"

I sighed, it was always about Eric it seemed, "He and Pam have helped at night, but these wolves are getting smarter and only showing during the day. They have me trapped Alcide. I can't leave my own home to get groceries or got to work."

"You should be safe enough inside," he replied sounding a bit sulky.

"Come on Alcide. The house renovations are lovely and I am sure Eric hired you and your people, but do you really think is the way I want to live? I mean seriously would you?" I was getting impatient; if he wasn't going to help me I was going to have to find another way. I thought about the rifle and the ammunition in the closet and wondered how long it would take me to pick them off one by one, if it was even possible. "I will get rid of them one way or another Alcide, but this isn't going to help you find Debbie."

"You'd kill them Sook?" he said in disbelief.

"I already have, one of them got into the house before I could stop him. I told you, I am not living this way Alcide. I am sick and tired of being pushed around." I let my determination swell in my voice.

"Damn, you've changed Sookie," he sounded mournful.

"A necessity if I want to survive in the supernatural world."

"You can get out Sookie. You don't have to play the vamps games you know. There are people who would help you." I heard his unspoken 'like me' but just shook my head then answered him verbally.

"Alcide, Let's be honest, you know I am not exactly human. I cannot run away from this. I have to accept what I am and learn to live with it, while doing my damnedest to stay alive. Please believe me when I say it is not just the vamps I have to worry about." I had to choke back a laugh the vamps were actually the least of my worries. I would put my fairy family at the top of that list.

"I'll be there in a couple of hours and will bring a crew with me. The wolves won't be bothering you anymore," his voice was firm with his conviction.

I thanked him with total sincerity, "You need anything Alcide, you call me and I will help you."

"Just stay safe Sookie, and let me know if you hear anything about Debbie. I'll see you later," he said then disconnected.

I snapped my phone shut feeling satisfied, now to see what Bobby was doing on my front porch this morning. I made sure that I had my mental net out and active. I would know if anyone was out there or approaching for a couple of miles. When I opened the front door I found a pile of boxes and bags and a couple of fiberglass coolers. I hauled the items in one by one. The first of which being the coolers, which when opened I found to contain several bags of donor blood. I shuffled things around in the fridge until I could fit the coolers in the bottom. I didn't want to ruin the blood by screwing around with it.

A couple of the other boxes turned out to be more cases of True Blood and since I was running out of room for everything I decided just to pile them in the old hidey hole. It could serve as a mini root cellar for now. The bags ended up being half filled with groceries for me and the rest with clothes and items I was assuming for Eric and Pam. I broke down laughing when I saw the bag of woman's fashion magazines and society gossip rags; they had to be for Pam.

I sorted through the clothes and took those that appeared to be Pam's to her room and set them just inside the second door. I knew she was dead to the world, but it just seemed rude to walk in on her. I couldn't do much about Eric sprawled out in my room, but I did take his things into the other guestroom and set them on the dresser there. I put away the groceries and started a load of laundry with all of our things.

My next task was to go through the box of broken family mementos and see what I could save, if anything. I felt Russell's arrive and closed the house up tight before they reached the perimeter. It was a half hour later when my phone rang and I felt another group of snarly brains within a mile of the house; it was Alcide on the line.

"We left our vehicles down at the old farm house, the other wolves there Sookie?" he asked.

"Yes, there are seven of them outside. How many did you bring?"

"I've got a dozen out here, more than enough to take them down. Where are they?"

"They are on the west side of the property in the woods there, the place where the old pond is."

"I remember where that is. We will take care of them for you. We are flanking them now, got to go, later." I heard the gloppy sound of someone shifting right when he hung up.

I sat back in my chair and watched the battle play out in my mind's eye. Like everything else I had tried with my telepathy, the more I used my 'radar' the stronger it was becoming. I had become familiar with the seven Jackson wolves and could pick them out of the fight. I knew Alcide pretty well and figured that he was the one that showed up as more than just a 'light' on the radar. I could almost make out his form dodging and leaping around. I wished I could pick up more from their thoughts then the red swirl of emotion but they were too far away for me to get more than faint images of them gathering and arguing along with a consuming need.

The fight was over quickly and I opened all but the bedrooms of the house back up when I felt Alcide approaching. I met him at the door with a big platter filled with glasses and a large pitcher of ice tea with coffee on standby for anyone that wanted. It wasn't long before I had a house full of excited wolves after battle, and I carefully doled out the refreshments along with first aid as needed. Their injuries were slight, since they had outnumbered their quarry, and all appreciated my hospitality. My Gran had raised me well and they had come to my 'rescue' after all.

I pulled Alcide aside and asked if he had learned anything in which he replied that they had only been able to keep one alive. They would be taking him back with them for questioning. I gave him a big hug in thanks and watched them leave. I went back to setting the house back to rights and choked back a laugh when it occurred to me that Eric was not going to be happy that I had let wolves into the house while he had been resting.

"To freaking bad for him, it is my house after all," I muttered as I swept the floors and wiped down the counters. When I was satisfied that all was as clean as it could be, I returned to sorting through my family things. I cried when I carried the majority of it out to the trash, very little had been salvageable.

I checked the time and saw I had a few hours yet before Eric would be up so I grabbed another shower and changed into a set of jeans with a soft green sweater. I fixed myself dinner and finished up the laundry, again piling clothes against doors and on dressers, then took a glass of tea out to the front porch to work through a few things that had been poking at me.

Pam had found herself in trouble shortly after arguing with the unknown were-bitch in Fangtasia. The female in question had screamed at Pam in a language that was not familiar to Eric. Eric claimed that while unusual this fact did not bother him. The fact was bothering me now. The shifter that Eric had locked up somewhere, probably the basement of Fangtasia, had also gibbered at me in an odd language then had flicked a finger at me. I may not know too much being just a southern girl, but I was familiar with voodoo and the casting of odd magic especially after Maryann and my own gathering of fairies. The question I needed to ask Eric when he rose, just how real were witches?

I had to sort through the laptops crowding my little desk, it looked like Eric had brought his and Pam's and I only had the one internet connection. My little lap top wasn't too special, but Bill had showed me how to set up the email and it had come in handy now and then. I had felt guilty splurging on it at first until I discovered how much I could read online without having to go to the library. I powered it up after shoving everything else aside and started to search out information on witches.

I found out that witches didn't use physical tools in their craft unlike a sorcerer (great yet another thing to worry about) but used an internal power, something they were born with. Some people knew right away they were a witch, while others could go their whole life unaware. I choked when I read that a witch was known to be able to cause harm by their thoughts alone. Did that mean I was a witch with my telepathy? I shook my head and kept reading. Witches were well known for their ability to cast spells upon people and objects and the brewing of potions. Some witches were considered white witches, but preferred to be called wise-women and dealt more with the healing side of their abilities instead of causing harm.

A side bar caught my eye about a neo pagan religion called Wicca. I didn't quite understand it all, but apparently they could be called witches too though they seemed to be different in some serious ways. They worshiped their god and or goddess and believed magic to be a law of nature, not something supernatural. Their magic appeared to be more ritualistic.

The more I read, the more it seemed that the authors of the various articles had a hard time distinguishing between the two, so I was just going to keep it simple. I was not going to concern myself about the belief system behind their actions, if someone decided to cast a spell on me without checking with me first they became a bad guy. So far it seemed that I had two of these to worry about.

I was really curious now, so I decided to look up telepathy. I snickered when I read it meant 'distant affliction', even the people who named it thought it was a curse. I had been correct all along to call it a disability. What I read boiled down to most people thinking my ability to be nothing more than a fairy tale. I had plenty of doctors when I was little try to convince me I was crazy, obviously they were seriously wrong. They all know that the Vampires and shifters are real now and I am proof positive about the fairy tale too.

My head was beginning to ache from the strain of reading on the small screen. I shut everything down, took an aspirin and curled up on the couch for a quick nap.

I woke to cool fingers under my sweater and my body humming with pleasure. I didn't have a chance to murmur a protest before Eric (who else could it be) bit and fed from the hollow of my neck and shoulder. My shields were down and the bond between us wide open. I was swept under by the waves of desire and pleasure he was throwing at me, coupled with my own body's need that he had coaxed during my slumber. I twisted against him and he held me still with one arm so that I wouldn't tear my throat and slid his other hand home under my jeans and between my thighs. I was so sensitive and intoxicated by the feelings he was drawing from me that it took only a light rub and flick of a finger against my nub before I came undone around him, his name a chant spilling from my lips.

When I could shake the stars from my eyes, he had buttoned my jeans and healed my shoulder. I was splayed back against his chest. He must have snuck in behind me while I slept. It wasn't fair.

"Damn it Eric that was a sneaky thing to do." I muttered as I tried to straighten the rest of my clothes and scoot off of him before he got any other ideas. He wasn't having any of that, his arms wrapped around me while his voice rumbled over head.

"I needed to feed and it was time for you to waken. You had already given me permission. I only made sure the experience was pleasurable, was it not?"

"Bloody high handed vampire," I muttered.

He didn't respond to me, instead he loosened his hold and slid a hand under my sweater to rest on my abdomen. I froze and tried not to whimper, believe me it wasn't from pleasure. I slammed my shields closed to hide my emotions.

"Sookie my sweet, your actions just told me more than the words I wish to hear. These, "his cool fingers stroked over the slightly raised scars, "are no small wounds. Without my blood they would still be ragged and quite ugly." His hand slid a little higher as he spread his fingers. I could feel his anger and it bubbled up through his chest to spill across me with his words. "You will tell me who ripped and clawed at you like this lover and why."

"I am not your lover," I groused, refusing to answer him.

"You will be," he shot back and shook me a little. "Sookie this is not a light matter. Someone hurt you severely this could have killed you. These wounds did not exist before you disappeared. I would have found them during our little...interlude...in my office."

"You mean when you kissed me then threw me over your shoulder and locked me away?"

"Sookie, don't try to change the subject."

"I'm not you are the one who brought up the office," I huffed knowing full well I was avoiding the subject. I locked down harder on every shield I had so that nothing would leak free. He on the other hand was sending soothing feelings of calm, serenity and safety.

He flipped me around so that I was straddling him and his hands cupped my face and tilted it toward him while he searched my eyes.

"Tell me who I need to kill," he demanded his will pushing against my own, trying to drag out the answer.

My lip trembled when I felt his sincerity. He would kill for me without hesitation. I closed my eyes and leaned into his hands, dropping the barrier between us so that he could feel my emotions. I let him feel the fury and the hate, the fear, the shame and desolation and then the determination.

"She is already dead," I whispered, "I killed her."

He pulled me to him and tucked my head under his chin, one hand at my back rubbing soothing circles the other stroking my hair.

"Tell me all of it lover."

I opened my mouth to object over the endearment then just plowed through the explanation to get it over with.

"She was a fairy and betrothed to the guy that Niall had chosen for me," he interrupted me.

"You speak of Niall Brigant?" he asked.

I nodded, "He is my Great Grandfather. He was the man with all the plans."

"Interesting, continue please."

He blocked his emotions from me, so I knew that it was much more than interesting.

"Well this fairy chick was not happy that she was being set aside for a mere eighth fairy human hybrid, even if I was a princess. I guess they had been trying for a long time to have a baby and she kept losing them." I had felt sorry for her at first, until I found out what she was really like. "After I broke her former boyfriend's nose when he tried to get frisky without my permission, even though good ol' granddad had given his blessing, she started to harass me. Since I was locked in a cell she had it kind of easy. She went crazy when they started the serious shit, I couldn't blame her though. I would have too, actually I did." I was quiet while I let the memories wash over me.

"Tell me," he whispered opening the bond again and pushing reassurance.

I took a shuddering breath and rushed through it, "Since I wouldn't breed willingly they decided to harvest my eggs. She was chosen to be a surrogate for the baby. She freaked and managed to knock out my handlers one morning." I was shaking now, "I got to see how the fairies really look like behind all the beauty and glitter. She came at me with those serrated teeth and claws, but she went for my belly and not my throat. She wanted to rip out my womb. She damn near succeeded." The tears were flowing, soaking his t-shirt. Claudine had healed me but her sad eyes told me that I would never carry a child of my own. I steeled my emotion perhaps that was for the better.

He voice was soft when he asked, "How did you kill her."

"I took her head," I whispered. "The door was steel and slid from the top to the bottom; a chain would hold it in place on a gear when they opened it. I managed to knock her away from me and dove through it, yanking the pin out of the chain as I did so. I only wanted to lock her in and get away but she lunged through it too slowly. It was like a guillotine." I could still see her head rolling across the floor and blood spilling everywhere. I was light headed and ready to collapse, screaming for Claudine in my head when she popped next to me. She took one look at me and the resolve had flooded across her face. "Claudine found me and got me out of there, you know the rest."

He shook his head, "You have not spoken of your punishment." I pulled back from him and opened my mouth; he laid a finger across my lips. "I do not need to hear anymore. I had my suspicions earlier and I believe them to be correct. I will not make you relive that."

Well thank God for small favors. He held me for a bit longer, and then I felt his regret when he stood and gently set me to stand next to him. "Come, Pam will be up soon and there is much to do this evening." He slung his arm around my shoulder and walked to the kitchen where he left me to poke around in the fridge. He pulled out some donor blood and heated it. The microwave signaled that it was done just as Pam walked into the room. She was dressed in cream slacks with a light blue sweater that brought out her eyes. Her hair was held back by a simple band and she had on a pair of cream pumps.

"Master," she bowed to Eric, "Mistress," she nodded to me and took a seat on the bar-stool at the counter. Eric handed her one of my tumblers now full of the warm blood and she drank it down.

"You look real nice this evening Pam," I complimented her.

"Thank you, I found the things you left outside my door. I feel good in them, they feel right." She looked at Eric as she asked, "This is what I normally wear?"

Well bah; she still didn't know who she was. I had hoped that the spell or curse or whatever it was might fade with time. I had come to the conclusion that the spell had been cast during the fight at Fangtasia, about forty eight hours ago.

Eric answered her, "That is what you wear when you are not working. You enjoy elegant and classy clothing, though occasionally I've caught you in jeans."

"Then what do I wear at work?" she asked, looking between us.

I smiled, "I've seen you in leather, silk, satin and spandex and I think once you wore some weird PVC cat suit."

Eric agreed and grinned, "It was very sexy. The customers loved it and I believe you made a new friend that night. You were quite happy when you left with her to feed."

"Her?" she asked, "I prefer woman?" She was watching me and licking her lips, "That would explain why I find you so delectable Sookie."

"That will be enough Pam," Eric snapped no longer amused.

She bowed her head though I could see the gleam in her eye. "Yes Master," she purred. Maybe there was a big piece of Pam still in there after all.

I felt that we had spent enough time on dinner chatter and asked my question.

"Eric are witches real?"

"Yes they are. I know of a few who work for the Queen."

"I think that is what we are dealing with here. I think those words you didn't understand which were screamed at Pam by that wench was a spell that messed with her head. I think the guy you have in your basement is one too. I think he cast a spell on me to mess with my head. He is a shifter though can he still be a witch?" I questioned.

Eric appeared thoughtful as he answered slowly. "You could be right. I thought they had just hit her too hard. But Pam is undead and her brain does not work like a humans. I do not know if we could become amnesiac from a head wound. A spell though would be a strong possibility. I like the idea, good job Sookie."

"Well don't start praising me yet, that doesn't mean I know how to fix Pam," I glanced over to Pam and apologized, "No offense Pam."

"None taken," she replied.

I turned back to Eric, "I do think this changes thing. You cannot be alone with that guy Eric, especially if he can talk. There is no way I can handle both you and Pam if that guy curses you too." I braced for the argument to come. "I think we all need to go to Fangtasia tonight. Pam can stay in your office; maybe being in familiar surroundings will help her. You and I and Chow if needed can go to the basement. You gag the guy, or cut his tongue out or whatever as long as he can't talk and I read his mind. We get the answers you need and you do whatever you want with him after." I nodded briskly determined to do this.

"Really Sookie, what is your fascination with the cutting of tongues?" He dropped the joking demeanor and spoke to me seriously, "I can take care of myself. I do not want you near the shifter. He has already caused you pain."

"That's just it Eric. We know how to handle the problem if he is able to do something like that again. You helped me before and you know what to do." He tried to interrupt me, "Eric I worked on a lot of things today. I think I know how I can stop him from screwing with my head this time. The only way we can stop him from casting a spell is to make sure he cannot talk. (That wasn't really true. I had no idea if he had to cast a spell verbally.) If he cannot talk then the only way to get answers is if I get into his head."

He poked at the shields between us and I opened the bond so that he could read my conviction and sincerity. I believed I could do this.

"Very well then," he snapped his gaze to mine, "You will need to change into something more disposable. It will get messy." I rose to leave the kitchen, "But before you do why do I smell wolves in the house?"

Shit I had forgot, "I called Alcide to help with my little problem." Eric just lifted that damn eyebrow. "He brought out a crew and took care of the other wolves. Only one survived and they took him with them. I let the guys in to clean up and fixed them a bit of lunch for their services."

"You do know that it would not have taken much for them to find Pam or me resting?"

"It's my house Eric. You should have considered who I might have over while you were visiting into your construction plans." I was getting bitchy.

"Oh I did Sookie. I just thought you would be impossible to deal with if I had installed all the extra security and made the structural changes necessary."

"Well you made your choice and took the risk. No one hurt you or Pam, Eric. I would not and did not allow it."

He waved a hand in dismissal, "Be as it may I ask next time you be more careful. Please."

I had won with the 'Please', a word which I knew pained him to use. Score! Sookie 1 Eric 0.

"I am going to change," I said skipping toward the stairs, "I'll be back down in a moment so we can leave." Pam and Eric started to talk behind me as I scooted up the stairs. I pulled on the ratty jeans and sweatshirt from earlier. They were clean now but I doubted they would be after the evening's festivities.

With Eric driving we made it to Fangtasia in record time. Pam was a bit disgruntled to be left out of the fun. I was finding her quite fascinating now that I could see what the real Pam was like. I think she really had been born to be a vampire.

Eric had me wait at the top of the stairs while Chow held the shifter, who had lost some of his arrogance, while Eric slipped some leather straps over his head that looked like a horse's bridle. Where the bit would be was a silver sphere.

Eric answered my unspoken question, "It is called a ball gag Sookie." The shifter began to fight when Eric pried his jaws apart and shoved the sphere inside while buckling the rest of it. I could feel the air crackle with energy as the prisoner started to shift. Chow twisted the arms he was holding and crooned, "I don't think so my pretty pet. Maybe Master Eric will let me have you when we are through, would you like that?"

I don't know where the words came from when I spoke, "I kinda like you just as you are Chow, you sure you want to risk a mind wipe for a flea bag?"

Eric laughed and beckoned me down to the foot of the stairs, "When you are ready Sookie we will begin."

I closed my eyes sank into my head. I used my inner eye to examine my shields. The barriers I used to keep out the thoughts of others. They looked like a double layer of steel and cinder block walls, interlocking around my brain. I could raise and lower sections of them at will or change their density depending on what I wanted to let in. This time I added a third layer. This one was flexible more rounded with a mirror like surface that I bent as I built it around the others.

I opened my eyes, "Ready Eric."

He started to question the shifter. Who was he, who did he work for. Why was he there? Who sent him? Where were the rest of his associates? I had opened a small focused channel in my shields and used it to burrow through his mind. I tried to get more from him than a word or two. His mind was fuzzy as well as the twisted snarl I identified as two natured.

"Nothing Eric," I said. I was aware the next step would be torture. Eric was vampire and Sheriff, I expected nothing else. I knew what he had put Lafayette through over a missing Vampire. This shifter had possible connections to the one who had harmed his Child, there would be no mercy. It didn't mean I wanted to feel if Eric was taking pleasure from the deed so I locked everything down tight between us and just gritted my teeth.

"You don't want to see this," Eric said.

"Just do it Eric. I have to be here."

I watched and fought back the bile and the tears as they worked over him. They asked him the same questions over and over moving on to different tools and instruments when he did not break. Eric was methodical in his work, very much like a master surgeon. I felt a sick respect forming for his expertise. They had moved to the shifters genitals when I caught a face and a name.

"Marnie," I shrieked, "Who is Marnie? Is she your Mistress a Priestess? No, wait she is a witch. The head witch but someone else is there? Who is it?"

I saw words form in his head a silent chant and the finger crook. I screamed at Eric to get out of the way and he reacted just like Dallas. He dove toward me to drag me to the floor but I twisted so that I was between him and the shifter. I don't know if the spell was meant for him or for me or if it could even be directed, when it slammed into my shields.

I screamed and grabbed at my head writhing, seconds later the shifter began wailing and thrashing against his bindings. The pain stopped and Eric was calling my name. I opened my eyes carefully then checked myself mentally. Everything was still in place and solid, though I felt a bit scorched. I looked over at the prisoner and my crazy grin split my face.

Eric helped me to my feet still looking me over. I brushed his hands away, "I am ok now Eric it just hurt like the dickens. It worked though see?" I tugged to turn him to the shifter.

Chow was poking at the guy who was slumped over blood pooling on the floor. You would think with that much blood the two vamps would be in frenzy. Not these two the fun and games with their little toys must keep the blood lust happy.

Eric strode over and lifted the shifter chin. The guy's eyes were glazed and empty.

"What did you do to him?" Chow asked curiously.

"I turned it back on him, whatever it was that he cast." I was proud of myself. "He attacked my shields," I tapped my forehead. "I had added another layer, kind of like mirrors. His spell bounced off of them." I could see the speculation and the wheels turning behind Eric's eyes. "Hold on Mister, don't get any ideas. I think it only worked because it was a spell against the mind. I don't think I could have stopped him from turning me into a toad or something."

"Well then we should be thankful you are as resourceful as you are stubborn," was Eric's comment. I stuck my tongue out at him and he grinned.

"But it looks like we are through here. I do not believe you have left a mind in there too read." He dropped the guys chin and left him hanging.

"That's ok; I think I got what we need. I have a name, a face and a possible location, this Marnie likes to tell Fortune's as a front for her other activities."

Eric turned to Chow, "Clean up this mess and dispose of the body. Make sure to remove the head. We do not want to risk a raising."

My eyes bulged, "You have got to be kidding me, Necromancer's are real too? Like that Anita chick?" I did spend a lot of time at the library and I liked my smut same as any other former 26 year old virgin.

Eric abandoned the kiss he was going to give me when he realized he was filthy and I was not. "I do not know this Anita, but yes the practice of necromancy is real."

"Well gravy on a biscuit. Do I want to know what else is out there?" I asked rhetorically.

"I do not think so lover not right now," he smirked at me and guided me up the stairs to his office then excused himself to clean up.

Pam had kept herself entertained by browsing the internet. She looked up at us and smiled, her fangs dropping when she smelled the blood on Eric. I watched her warily but she kept herself under control.

"It went well then?" she asked. I filled her in while Eric took his shower, emerging in jeans and a Fangtasia t-shirt. He must keep extra's on hand just for these circumstances.

Eric had me sit on the couch and tell him everything I had pulled from the shifters head. He pulled out a well used sketchbook from his desk and handed it to Pam with some pencils then nodded to me.

"Describe this Marnie again for Pam Sookie," he asked. I did and watched in fascination as the face grew on the empty page. Pam was very good. She had mentioned once that her head was like a vault. It might be a bit scrambled now but she still knew the importance of the details and asked questions of me that forced me to recall every inch of the witches' facial features and the flow of her body in action from the guy's memories.

When she was through she held up a portrait montage fit for a gallery.

"Perfect," Eric stated walking the book over to the office copy machine to make copies.

The three of us left Fangtasia shortly after and headed back to Bon Temps. Eric walked us to the door and waited until we were safely inside before taking to the air. I had a gut feeling I would not be seeing him for a while.

It had been a long night and I made my excuses to Pam who was avidly watching a fashion show where amateurs had created the designs on cable. I locked down the house and trudged up to my room where I stripped off my clothes then pulled on a soft flannel gown before sliding into bed. I was out like a light.