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The air was damp and heavy and I was now trying to breath calmly to restrain myself from panicking. Why the hell had he taken me hostage? I was suddenly afraid about the perspective of Eric having me at his complete mercy. Perhaps he was going to trade me to Russell in order to save his own skin. That idea sent shivers down my spine. Russell had proven on live television that he was mad. I did not see myself becoming his pet.

What the hell was going on in Eric's mind? One moment he was kissing me like he was never going to let go and the next he was turning into a psychopath whore. He certainly was a bipolar vampire if such things existed. As good a survivor as I was, I tried to seek a pin of some sort to pick at the lock on my collar. I suddenly realised the collar wasn't even locked. A sweet gesture from Eric, I thought, grimly. He was smart and cunning. Certainly he hadn't forgotten to lock it. He had just wanted to make a point without humiliating me more than necessary. I wanted a stake really badly at this instant. Taking the goddamned collar off my neck, I couldn't but think about how Lafayette had been tied there for two long weeks. And then other images flooded my mind. That of Yvetta getting her brains fucked out by Eric. And then I thought about Eric's naked ass. Naked everything. God did I hate him! I wanted him dead. No, better, I wanted him begging me for his pitiful life.

I was wondering why the heck Bill hadn't arrived to rescue me. I must have fallen asleep because the next time I opened my eyes, the door was opening and Pam descended the stairs, looking grim.

'What the hell is wrong with you people!' I snapped at her, hoping to get a rise out of her. She was carrying a tray with food on it. Obviously Eric wanted me well fed for his master, I thought, rage, searing through me. I could have tried to jump past her and up the stairs but she was about a million times faster than me so I didn't even bother to try.

'I know it's a lot to ask of you right now, Sookie, but please trust us.' Pam muttered, trying to be nice as she dropped the tray next to my cradled legs. My shorts were damp from sitting so long on the cold floor and my t-shirt was not keeping me warm. I shook both in anger and cold and Pam sensed it.

'And who is us?' I replied, my eyebrows furrowed. 'You and the cold-hearted jerk you call your maker?'

'Eric didn't think you'd cooperate if he didn't keep you here by force. This can be a lot more pleasant than it currently is if you would be gracious enough not to try and run or give us trouble. His life is at stake. Pun intended.' Wow, I thought. Pam had humour.

'.' I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice. 'So he thinks it alright to trade my skin for his own? You think I don't know he wants to trade me to Russell to save his sorry ass? I'm not a thing he can ship around in his stupid vendettas against the world!' I grumbled, fury searing me like a hot poker.

Pam gave me a long look. I stared at the tip of my shoes and wished I had been wearing silver jewellery today.

'You're cold. I'll bring you some clothes and cushions. Eric wants your stay here to be as comfortable as it may be. He might even allow you upstairs if you're nice and don't try to make a run for it. I don't think you're that stupid though. And of course, phone calls to boring Bill are prohibited. Though I'm sure he knows exactly where you are.' Pam said, her voice almost smug at the thought of Bill.

'If he knew I was here, he'd have saved me by now.' I replied, not so sure of myself.

'You should really trust Eric more, Sookie. It would save you lots of trouble and heartache.' Pam replied, meaningfully. I looked up at her and smiled my crazy Sookie smile. She looked a bit taken aback by that change in my attitude. Surprise, surprise. The smile didn't hold on long.

'Why the hell would I trust someone who makes out with me and then chains me like a dog?' I retorted, my voice icy.

'I really don't see what captures his attention so much.' She said, quizzically, before walking back up the stairs to fetch the items she had promised. She came back a few minutes later with a dark crimson blanket that looked damn comfortable to me after the cold hard floor, as well as a few cushions I recognized as being the ones from Eric's private sofa. She had some clothes with her. Man clothes. I almost laughed.

'That all you found to keep me warm? His shirt and pants?' I almost laughed at the irony of life at this instant.

'I did not think my latex outfit would do much for the heat. I know you humans are quite vulnerable to temperature changes.' She said that as though it was weird and annoying that humans were so vulnerable. The basement was freezing. I grabbed his shirt and pulled off my damp t-shirt, not giving a horse's ass that lesbian Pam was watching my every move with interest. I yanked it angrily in her face and pulled Eric's shirt on, buttoning it all the wrong way in my anger. I then proceeded with my shorts and let them fall on the ground, happy for once that I was wearing a nice pair of undies. It would have been strangely humiliating to be in ugly lingerie in front of Pam.

I pulled on Eric's way too long jeans and gazed at Pam's leather belt with a meaningful look to my face. She got the point and handed me the belt, scoffing at the fact she was sharing her cherished clothes with a human. I passed the belt through the loops of Eric's jeans and pulled until they hung to my hips. I must have looked ridiculous but now I did not care. At least my clothes were dry and warm. Pam smiled a sarcastic grin and took my damp shorts and t-shirt and strolled back up the stairs. I sat on the blanket and wrapped it around my small frame. The moment I was alone and concentrating on breathing, I realized that I felt better than before. I couldn't tell why immediately but then I understood. The smell of the shirt. It was Eric's and it smelt good, a small whiff of the collar informed me that it was his cologne, the same he had been wearing a few hours ago when he had kissed the hell out of me. He had worn the shirt recently. Bloody blood-bond. Where the hell was Bill? Couldn't he sense I needed him? But then again I thought: what could he do against Eric? Eric was older, stronger and most of all, his sheriff. Unless Bill became a renegade for his own kind, there would be lots of trouble ensuing his turning against Eric. But he wouldn't let me rot in here. Nor let me be traded to Russell. He'd do all he could to save me. I remembered about the tray of food and looked at it.

All my favourite things were pilled on the tray: a slice of that delicious pâté I had eaten at the restaurant Bill had taken me; I thought the name was something like foie gras, with fresh baked baguette warmed to the perfect temperature, a plate of delicious smelling roasted beef with veggies that looked almost too cute to eat and a delicate potato purée, and a decadent piece of chocolate cake for dessert. To drink, I had water or a bottle of icy cold Coca-Cola. Weird match... No wine or alcohol since I didn't like it all that much except for the occasional gin-and-tonic or Coke and Bourbon. Give it to Eric to pick a great meal for a prisoner. The man was a contradiction. I almost decided not to eat the food out of stubbornness but I realized that I was starving. I couldn't tell the time by the light in the damp basement because it didn't have any windows and my cell phone had remained in my purse upstairs. I just knew that the food would be greatly welcomed by my stomach. I ate everything and drank all the Coca-Cola, leaving the water for later. I then decided to explore the basement. The room was pretty big, but didn't cover the entire surface of the bar. I supposed there was either a hidden door or another access that lead to the other rooms.

There wasn't much of anything, a few empty boxes of True Blood and a few dusty piles of calendars. Fangtasia calendars. I had never seen one of these myself. Curious, I grabbed one and went back to my hiddey-hole under the blanket to look at it. Of course, it was a naughty calendar. I wasn't even surprised that that people posing were vampires. Trust Eric's business sense to create something wildly sexy and quite classy out of trashy vampy pictures. I almost gasped when I turned the first page and gazed at the January picture. It was Eric. In all his naked glory with a long coat of white fur in his hand, hanging in the right place to cover his absolutely not modest manly body. His face was turned towards the camera and he had his predatory face on, almost as if he was going to leap out of his pose to take a bite out of the naughty bystanders. I felt a pang of lust down to my toes at the sight of his oh-so manly body and then rage surged through me again. I ripped the picture to shreds and threw the remains of the calendar away from me. I then felt very tired and thought that sleeping might be my best option whilst waiting for Bill or Jason or Sam or whoever might care enough to come and save me.

I awoke in dazed state. I was confused as to where I was and why I was there. There was someone sitting close to me, looking at me. I opened my eyes a crack and almost yelped out in surprise. Eric was there, looking smoulderingly beautiful in his dark tank and black leather pants. He was staring at me with a look of absolute lust. I was not longer wearing his shirt or jeans as of when I had fallen asleep on the concrete floor, but only my bra and panties. And I couldn't remember ever being mad at him. He smiled when he saw my eyes open.

'Hello Sookie' he whispered, he voice low and sexy. I smiled at him as he pulled me onto his lap. I was straddling him and he looked at me thoughtfully, holding me by my waist, his big hands almost circling me entirely. I shuddered under his touch, my gaze growing lustful as I took in his gorgeous face.

'Why am I here?' I whispered, afraid I would disrupt some sort of sacred silence that had grown out of his words.

'Because I need you. And you need me, lover.' He replied, his last words dying on my lips as he kissed me gently, nibbling at my bottom lip. My body went ballistic on me and I grind on his groin with my hips, prolonging the kiss. My body could be such a treacherous bitch sometimes. I could tell however he was appreciating my moves since his member was stirring in his tight jeans.

'Why can't I trust Bill?' I whispered in his ear as he trailed wet kisses down the side of my throat.

'You know why. You should be mine.' He replied, biting my earlobe. I moaned in pleasure as he rapidly unclasped my bra and freed my breasts which by now were almost quivering for his touch. He lowered his mouth to my left breast and gently bit it, his teeth barely grazing the sensitive skin around my nipple, sending shudders of pleasure down my spine. My panties clung to me where my arousal had wet them and I decided Eric was definitely overdressed for the turn of events.

Sliding my hands tentatively down his body whilst his mouth rejoined mine, I tugged at his tank top, pulling it off him, our lips parting for the seconds it took to remove the unnecessary attire. He smiled a devious grin, his fangs partly out, and nibbled at my jaw line. Pulling away to look at me, he licked his lips, tasting the flavour of my skin on them. Suddenly, I remembered that he was a jerk and keeping me hostage and decided to slap him real hard. He turned his head with the impact of my hand on his cheek and grinned, his fangs now completely out. He turned back to look at me and the sight of his lustful eyes and fangs made me want to kiss him once more. He lowered his mouth to my collarbone and bit me, sipping at my blood like it was a grand cru, making me whimper in pleasure.

And then I woke up. And I was pissed as hell. I was aroused and alone in the damp bloody basement. I hated him more than ever now because he kept on invading my dreams with naughty thoughts. I was with Bill. I loved Bill! Where was Bill now when I needed him most? At that moment the upstairs door opened and I looked up in horror to see who was coming for me this time.