Hello my darlings! Here is another chapter! Hopefully you guys enjoy it! I'm really trying to write as much as I can and I'm sorry if I can't post more than a chapter or two per day. I'll try to write faster. I'm amazed at how many people are actually following this story and I hope it stays that way. i know this story is rather long, but I have material to make it even longer if it pleases you readers.

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Some inspirational music :)

I Know What I Am- Band of Skulls

Hunting For Witches - Bloc Party

No Kind Of Life- Clearlake

Get Off - The Dandy Warhols (can't remember if I put it in a different chapter, wtv I love it)

Year of Silence - Crystal Castles

First Snow- Emancipator (3 3 3 this one :)!)

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I awoke to the sound of voices. My eyes were still closed but I could tell immediately I wasn't in my bed. What the hell? Everything felt soft and dewy around me. Two people were talking next to me, their hands fluttering on my dress. Dress? Hadn't I gone to bed naked with Eric as a blanket? Weird. One of the voices was a man's, deep and deeply disturbing too. He a baritone voice, one of those voices you immediately knew its owner was good looking. The other was a voice I had only heard during my coma a few weeks before. Claudine.

'This is what you have to protect?' The male voice sneered. By 'this' I guessed he meant me. I was quite insulted at his choice of word.

'Niall has taken an interest in the girl and I will protect her. She's our niece, Claude.' Claudine scolded. I batted my lashes and tried to focus on their faces. The two of them were leaning over me and everything was bright and soft, just like I remembered. I was back in Fairyville. Why, I couldn't tell. When my eyes adjusted to the ambient light, I was able to discern their respective faces. Claudine's was peaceful and smiling and beautiful. The other face, which I did not know, was equally beautiful, as in Brad Pitt perfect beautiful, but the look was displeased and bored. I guessed it must have been Claude. He looked a lot like Claudine and I guessed they must have been brother and sister.

'Look, she's awake.' Claudine whispered.

'Why am I here?' I asked, dumbfounded when they finally allowed me to sit up. 'Who are you?' I asked Claude, my eyes wide and worried.

'He's my brother, Claude. You have nothing to fear from us, Sookie.' She said, her sing-song voice soothing.

'She is quite banal looking if you ask me...' Claude said, eyeing me suspiciously.

'Geez thanks.' I replied, combative. Who the hell did he think he was? It was real easy being a fairy and all and looking gorgeous naturally, but I was just human. And what was with the attitude?

'Excuse him, he is quite blunt...' Claudine muttered. 'He isn't exactly used to dealing with part-fae.' Claudine continued, caressing my cheek thoughtfully.

'Why am I here?' I asked.

'You are in grave danger Sookie.' Claudine said, pulling me to my feet.

'No kidding.' I replied, sarcasms dripping from my every word. Claude looked at me, bored and crossed his perfectly tanned arms on his perfectly chiselled chest. The sight of him was quite disturbing, all god-like and absolutely tact-less.

'Your vampire came here.' Claudine said, fear in her eyes. 'He almost drained me but Claude stopped him.'

'He what?' I gasped.

'Vampires love our smell, our taste. They hardly can resist us.' Claudine explained, sad.

'Eric hurt you?' I muttered, dumbfounded.

'Who's Eric?' Claude said, genuinely curious. 'Is he the tall dashingly handsome one with the golden hair?' Ah right, dashingly handsome Claude was into dashingly handsome vamps.

'Not Eric. He's never come to Fae. Rumour has it he once snacked on one of us, but then again very few vampires haven't... I was talking about your vampire, Bill.' Claudine explained.

'Oh.' I replied, pained. Of course she meant Bill. Eric wasn't even mine. Why would I refer to him as my vampire anyways? I thought, pissed. 'I can't believe he lied to me.' I said, my voice empty.

Bill had lied to me about that too, his visit in Fae. How I wished he were with me right now so I could smack some sense into him. The pain that had dulled in my chest came back searing. As much as I wanted to hate him, I couldn't help but remember all those nights he had spent with me, even if they'd been lies, from all I could tell.

'Is he not yours anymore?' Claude asked. The man was the spitting image of ennui.

'No.' I said, somberly.

'What about that yummy piece, Eric?' Claude continued, showing me a sign of interest for the first time.

'We have some sort of a predicament at the moment...' I said, vague.

'You love him...' Claudine said, smiling softly. I didn't even bother denying it. 'And you're bound to him, through his blood and through that curse.' She reminded me.

'Do you know how to get rid of it?' I asked, referring to the curse.

'Witches and Fairies don't interfere much. We don't exactly bother with them. They have limited powers compared to those of the ancients.' Claudine said.

'What about Jason? Do you have any idea where he might be?' I said, my heart wrenched by the thought he might be hurt or even worst, dead.

'Your brother?' Claude asked, picking up a flower and chewing on its petals. The man was bizarre.

'If I'm part fairy, wouldn't he be too?' I asked, adding up the facts.

'He is, but he only got from us the looks and charms.' Claudine replied. She didn't seem to like Jason much.

'Oh.' Was all I could muster. 'Can't you find him? I'm so worried for him.'

'He's not dead, if that's what you're thinking. But we can't help without endangering our kind.' Claude snapped.

'Why am I really here?' I suddenly asked. This was way too weird. What were they here to warn me about? If it wasn't the witches and Jason, then what?

'You must be careful, Sookie. Bill is gone but others will want to steal your light. We have powerful enemies and we won't be able to help you forever.' Claudine said, her hand on my cheek. 'You can't trust everyone around you. Choose your entourage carefully.'

'What about Eric?' I asked, anxious. I did not want to ban him from my life. I cared about him too much.

'He cares for you. Deeply. His intentions seem noble enough. But he's a vampire...' Claudine said, which drew a disappointed sigh from Claude. I was quite baffled by her words. Did Eric really care about me?

'Now drink.' Claudine said, offering me a golden cup that had just appeared out of thin air.

'What is that?' I asked, surprised, but not fearful.

'It will take you back home.' She whispered, putting the cup to my lips. I drank. It tasted delightful. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was back in my bed. And I was alone. Eric wasn't in bed with me.

I looked around my room for him. It was still night. Obviously he didn't spend the entire night looking at my drooling form... I thought. I slipped out of the sheets and grabbed my robe, wrapping myself in its silky texture. I went to the living room. Eric was there, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I found that quite hilarious.

'Did I wake you?' he asked, worried.

'No. No. Don't worry. I had a dream.' I simply explained. I wasn't sure if I could trust him with the existence of Claudine and Claude.

'This is pathetically fascinating. I'm actually enjoying myself though I don't understand why humans insist on making vampires look bad and unattractive.' He muttered, looking at a very pissed Spike sprouting his fangs and his forehead. I'd almost forgotten how bizarre the Buffy vampires looked when they bit people.

'We tend to destroy the image of things we don't understand.' I replied, smiling at him. 'Is this what you do at night when I'm sleeping?' I asked him curious.

'That and I read. Or I watch you sleep. You're quite the sight when you're asleep.' He added, playful.

I smiled at him and sat on the arm of his couch. He sensed that I wanted to talk so he paused the episode and looked up at me. He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me on his lap.

'What did you want to talk about?' He asked, putting his lips to my temple softly.

'Do you know how Bill found out what I was?' I questioned him.

'No. He simply told me that he knew you were part fairy. Why?'

'Because he went to Fae.' I dropped. Obviously, that meant something to Eric because he looked surprised.

'William Compton went to Fae? How? I thought the portals to Fae were mostly closed or heavily protected!' He muttered.

'He almost drained me. He said that's how he got there. And he almost drained my... fairy godmother of some sort, Claudine. That he didn't tell me.' I continued.

'I don't want to turn the knife in the wound some more, Sookie, but there is a lot that he didn't tell you.' Eric said. I could feel through the bond that he was pissed at Bill for ever hurting me. 'You have a fairy godmother?' He then asked, sceptic.

'Her name is Claudine. And she has a brother, Claude. He's good looking but a total ass.' I explained.

'I've heard of them. They are Niall's grandchildren.' Eric said, serious. 'Which can only mean you're related to Niall. That surely puts things in a different perspective.' Eric added.

'They did mention a Niall. Who is he?' I asked, curious.

'He's one of the last Fairy Princes. He's very important and very dangerous too.' Eric simply said. 'What did Claudine and Claude tell you?'

'They said that I was in danger.' I said.

'What kind of danger?' he retorted, very aware.

'Fairy dangers I guess.' I shrugged. They hadn't exactly been precise.

'Then we'll be even more vigilant. When the curse is off, you could come and stay at my place if you wish. You'd be safe there.' He said, his thumb on my bottom lip, caressing it softly.

I did not speak for a long minute, staring at his face. Had he just asked me to move in with him? I opened and closed my mouth as if I wanted to say something but I simply had no idea what to say.

'I have plenty of room for you to live with me.' He continued, grinning. 'Like this every night could be like this one.' He added, sinfully slipping a finger down the opening of my robe.

'Do you really mean this or is this just some of the nonsense you say to get me to like you?' I asked, mean. I had been hurt enough, I would not risk it again. He looked pained by my words and he turned his face away from me to look at the wall.

'I thought you trusted me.' He simply replied.

'I don't know who to trust, Eric. I'm sorry.' I said, turning his head with my palm to gaze at his eyes. He really had the most wonderful face. I kissed him softly on the lips.

'Now you're trying to distract me.' He hummed against my mouth.

'I trust you, Eric. I do.' I added before bringing him in for another kiss. He carried me back to my room and gently dropped me on the bed where he joined me, holding me to his strangely silent chest.

'I wish you could realise just how unlike myself you've made me, Sookie.' He simply said. And, in the safety of his arms, I resumed sleeping, holding him close.

The next day went by in a breeze. It was almost the middle of the afternoon when my home phone rang.

'Sookie! Thank god!' the woman said. The voice was familiar but I couldn't place it just like that.

'Hi, who is this?' I asked, curious.

'It's Hadley!' she breathed. 'I need your help Sookie.'

'Are you alright?' I retorted, immediately worried. Was she in trouble again? Or Hunter, my telepath nephew?

'Could I please come around to your place? I'm almost in Bon Temps. I have Hunter with me.' She said, obviously terrified.

'Are you in trouble?'

'Of sorts, yeah. Could I please leave Hunter at your place tonight? I'll take him to his father tomorrow morning. I can't be gone too long otherwise Sophie-Anne will notice and I really have to do something tonight.' She rushed.

'Sure, alright.' Damn it, I'd have to ask for another night off from work. Sam was going to kill me!

'Thank you so much, Sook. I'll be at your place in like twenty minutes. Thank you, it really means a lot to me.' And then she hung up. I didn't know how Eric would react about Hunter's presence but I couldn't very well tell my cousin off when she sounded so panicked.

I had just found some old games of mine in Gran's pantries when I heard a car in the driveway. I went to the door and was relieved to see Hadley there, Hunter by her side. He walked stubbornly up the porch with her. I opened the door and invited them in.

'Oh my god, Sookie, thank you so much.' Hadley muttered, hugging me.

Why am I here? Hunter silently asked me. It was quite unsettling for me to carry conversations in my mind since the only other person I'd ever been able to do it with had been Barry in Dallas.

Don't worry, we'll have fun, Hunter. Your mamma has some stuff to do but she'll be back tomorrow for you. I answered him.

Who's Barry? He replied in his mind, frowning. Oh yeah, true, he could hear all my thoughts. I understood better how people could feel around me. Hadley had watched our silent exchange with fear and anxiety.

Hunter, it's not polite to listen in on my thoughts...

'Okay, so what's the drill? Does he have allergies? What time does he go to bed?' I asked Hadley, playfully teasing Hunter's hair with my hand.

Hadley told me his usual routine and then she left. I would definitely need to question her eventually.

'Now what do you want to do, Hunter?' I asked him.

Do you have Monopoly? He asked me through his mind.

'Say it out loud, Hunter. That's one thing you have to learn. Otherwise, you'll slip someday with people who aren't like you.' I gently explained to him, kneeling so that I was levelled with him. He shrugged and smiled.

'Do you have Monopoly, aunt Sookie?' He asked, a small grin on his lips.

'Yes I do. Would you like to play? I think I might even have some marshmallows for us to snack on while we play.' I said, taking him with me to the kitchen. Our game was so intense I didn't even notice the sun setting and when Eric emerged in the kitchen, I realised I hadn't told Hunter about him. Hunter simply looked at the tall Viking and then at me.

Is he... a vampire? Hunter asked me. The boy was surprisingly bright for his young age.

'Yes he is, but he won't hurt you.' I told him. I then realised I had answered his question out loud and I looked up at Eric. He looked a bit at lost as to why there was a five years old in my kitchen but didn't mention it. Nor the fact that I had answered the kid's unspoken question.

'Eric, meet my nephew Hunter. He's Hadley's son...Hunter, this is Eric. My...friend. He's met your Mamma, I believe.' I completed, throwing a warning look at Eric.

'Well hello there.' Eric said, a small grin on his face, patting Hunter gently on the head. I had never seen Eric interact with kids and wasn't sure how this would turn out. I scolded myself mentally for not having thought about this sooner.

'Hello.' Hunter said, his voice surprisingly strong. I would have thought a kid would be scared of a Vampire, but he seemed more fascinated than anything. 'Are you a bad Vampire?' He asked, craning his neck to stare at Eric.

'Only when the kids misbehave.' Eric playfully said before slumping in the seat opposite mine.

Can I see his fangs? Hunter thought at me.

I giggled.

'Am I missing something here?' Eric asked, looking from Hunter to me and then back at Hunter.

'He wants to see your fangs.' I simply said, grinning.

'Alright.' Eric muttered, drawing them out. Hunter seemed both amused and fascinated by the fact that they could pop in and out at Eric's will. He even dared to touch them. Eric let him even though vampires usually are quite moody about being touched.

'Aunt Sookie, do you ever play with him?' Hunter asked, clapping his hands happily.

Eric looked at me and I felt his lust through the bond. Eric and Hunter definitely did not have the same definition of playing. I blushed and stifled a laugh. How very vampire-ish of Eric to think about sex whilst I was baby-sitting... Vampires definitely had no morals, I thought.

'No, not really, Hunter. But I'm sure Eric wouldn't mind playing Monopoly with us now would you?' I said, begging Eric with my eyes.

'Only if I get to win.' Eric said, grabbing a piece to play with us. 'This surely can't be as boring as Yah-zee.' He added, mysteriously.

'What is Yah-zee?' Hunter asked, struggling with the name.

'Some boring dice game an old acquaintance of mine loves to play. I believe your Mom knows the game too...' Eric added.

'Really?' Hunter asked.

I frowned at him and he simply shrugged. What a devilish man he was. I stood to warm a True Blood for him and handed it to him. He smiled slyly and winked at me.

'Who goes first?' I asked, sitting back in my place, trying to take the subject away from Hadley's bad acquaintances. I couldn't risk Hunter falling in the hands of Sophie-Anne.

'I don't like Sophie-Anne. She's scary.' Hunter muttered, looking at me. Eric almost spat out his sip of True Blood.

Eric looked at me and then at Hunter.

'He's like you.' He simply said, his eyes wide and questioning.

'You've met her?' I asked Hunter, ignoring Eric's comment.

'She came to our home once. Mamma told me I couldn't let her see what I could do.' Hunter said, innocently. Right, do not allow the wolf to pry on the little sheep. How stupid of Hadley to have let Sophie-Anne even know about Hunter.

'My Mamma's not stupid!' Hunter interjected. 'Sophie-Anne is creepy. She's like you, you know? But she isn't nice. She broke my favourite red truck.' He informed a stunned Eric.

'Sookie, we need to talk.' Eric said, grabbing me and almost dragging me out of the kitchen. 'Wait here, Hunter!' I told him before Eric and I were out of the house.

He took me far enough from the house so that Hunter couldn't hear us talking.

'Your nephew is a telepath and you haven't told me?' Eric snapped, looming over me.

'How is that any of your business anyways?' I snapped back, frowning. 'You weren't supposed to know. He's young and can't control it very well. He already has enough of a hard time with it, I beg you, don't make it worse. I know it was hard for me, especially since I had no one to help. It was before anyone even admitted to supernatural things. I couldn't control it either at his age.'

'Well then you must have been a rather unsettling yet fascinating child.' Eric replied, calming down. 'I can't believe your cousin would be dumb enough to let Sophie-Anne know she even had a child at all...Sophie-Anne is anything but trustworthy, especially around special humans.' Eric mumbled. If someone knew that, it would be me.

'If you hadn't brought up Yah-zee in the first place.' I scolded him.

'I hate Yah-zee.' Eric grunted, looking over his shoulder at the house. 'You think he can hear you from where he is?' Eric asked me.

'I can block him out most of the time. Not always. The same way I can stop vampires from glamouring me, I guess. But no, I don't think he can hear me.' I replied, nervous. I didn't like leaving Hunter alone and I had a bad feeling about this whole situation.

'Can you hear him?' Eric suddenly asked me, alert.

I concentrated and realised I couldn't hear a thing.

'No I can't.' I said. And then I dashed for the house, Eric in tow, yelling Hunter's name.