Hello my friends! I'm sorry I haven't updated earlier. I know, I suck, I'm mean lol i'm also busy with school but I promise to make it up to you all :)! But here is a new chapter :) ENJOY

Songs to listen to for fun:

Mad House- Rihanna (yes, it's that crazy in the warehouse :P)

Stronger (Cover)- 30 Seconds to Mars

Hold Up Your Hand - Crookers Feat Roisin Murphy

Bad Romance (Cover) - 30 Seconds to Mars (Jared Leto has such a sexy voice hahaha :))

Hope you like them. I love you all and thank you for the amazing feedback I'm getting for this story. Do not fear, this is not the end even though I picture this as my ending of season 4 :) I'll most probably not follow the plot of the 5th novel cause I found it utterly boring and very Eric-Less. Way too Eric-less to my Viking-craving taste.

LOVE YOU ALL! PLEASE REVIEW! xoxoxo

Hallow glared at me and before I knew it, she casted some sort of spell on me, sending me to the ground in a disgraceful lump. I winced in pain. I was mighty pissed at her and I concentrated real hard on energy oozing out of my hand but to no avail. I simply didn't know how to trigger it. I tried and tried and tried and suddenly, Eric spoke to me in my mind. I couldn't see where he was because of the fog but I knew very well he was close by. I could feel his anger through the bond.

She's going to hurt your loved ones, one after the other.

I roared in anger and a bolt of energy shot out of my hand and missed Hallow by an inch. She snarled and laughed at the same time.

'The little girl is getting pissed! So there is more to you than just the pretty face.' She said, her eyes still glowing a very disturbing silver. She chanted words softly and I felt goose bumps on my skin. I didn't like her chanting like this one bit. I growled menacingly, trying to lift myself up but she had somehow paralysed me and all I could do was will her to be within my hand's reach. I concentrated really hard and energy flowed through my veins and all the way to my fingertips. I aimed my hand at her and just as I'd hoped, she was sucked by the energy towards me. This was very, very fucking bizarre but heck, this was a life or death situation. I'd take time later to think about it all. I grabbed her by the neck and finally was able to lift myself up since she wasn't chanting anymore. She looked at me, her eyes wide in wonder, just like Lorena's had been after she'd tasted me.

'What are you?' She whispered, her arms flailing uselessly on her sides. My grip was strong from the vampire blood I'd ingested and I felt as if I could lift a freaking mountain. I felt a jab at my arm and then a vivid pain in my chest and through the fog I made out to fighting figures. Eric and Hallow's brother were engaged in a very brutal combat and I realised the pain was from Eric. I glared at Hallow and answered her question, venom dripping from my every word.

'I'm the bitch who's going to take you down!' I replied, shoving her against the silver bars. She yelped in pain and clawed at my face, trying to get me to loosen my grip on her neck. She got my cheek and I whimpered, letting her go momentarily. And then she morphed, her clothes ripping to shreds. She was a mighty big wolf. She howled as I tried to move away from her in the fog and I heard crackling noises all around the room. Eric roared and I heard some ripping sounds as if limbs were being pulled off some bodies. I cringed at the idea and tried to find the bloody door to the cell to escaped the disgusting fate that awaited me if Hallow decided to pounce. She could rip me to tiny little pieces in the blink of an eye with all the Vampire blood she'd ingested.

I heard a growl and I finally found the door. She pounced as I was trying to slide out of the cage and got my arm. I cried in pain and tried to shake her off but her teeth were set deep into my skin. I tried to crawl away from her but she wouldn't let me go. She managed to get out of the cage and I followed as she was almost dragging me.

'Eric!' I yelled. In the blink of an eye another wolf jumped at Hallow's throat and started clawing and biting her. She had to let me go to defend herself and I almost cried in relief when I recognized her attacker. It was Alcide. And he was mighty pissed. I crawled far away from them, deciding he was big enough to take care of her for now. I heard a yelp and the next second, Hallow was morphing back to her human form, not caring the least bit that she was very naked. She stood up next to me and dragged me by my hair to the middle of the room. I cried in pain and held myself on her arm to lessen the tension on my scalp. The fog was dissipating and I moaned in pain as she finally yanked me to the center of the pentagram.

'NORTHMAN!' She roared, her voice echoing off the walls in the middle of the chaos around us. 'HALT YOUR FRIENDS OR I'LL KILL YOU'RE HUMAN!' She hissed.

I heard a growl at the other end of the room and then another but closer this time. Eric appeared next to us in the blink of an eye and took in the sight of my hunched over figure. My arm was bleeding heavily and I felt weak and powerless. I closed my eyes and listened carefully to what was happening around us. The fog suddenly grew thinner and I finally opened my eyes to see the massacre around us. All of the vampires on our side were stills standing. A few naked bodies laid bloodied, dead or wounded on the ground. Alcide was in the far corner, near the cages, his shoulder obviously badly wounded but he was still in his wolf form. Hallow's brother was nowhere to be seen and then I understood why. Turning my head in the opposite direction, I saw Pam and Chow who were each holding one of the bony man's arms. His face was bloodied and his throat bled heavily. Hallow snarled at the sight and grabbed my hair roughly, producing from god knows where an enormous knife. She was about to stab me with it or slice my throat but Eric grabbed her and broke her arm. She yelped in pain and tried to start chanting something, but he hit her so hard across the face that I hear he jaw crack. She wouldn't be saying much for a while, I thought. I was sore and didn't understand what was really happening around me. Two humans came forward and roped Hallow with silver in the blink of an eye. I was surprised to recognize Holly amongst them. She took the opportunity to slap Hallow hard across the face.

'That's what happens when you do not respect Mother Nature.' Holly snapped. 'She bites you in the ass…' She said, a small grin on her lips. Hallow spat some blood on the ground and was soon taken away by two vampires.

'We need her alive.' Pam said before unceremoniously ripping the arm she was holding in her hand out of its socket. I thought I was going to gag and I curled on the ground. There was simply way to much blood. I could hear the buzz of thoughts all around the room. The Shreveport Witches were defeated and most were dead, but a few were still alive, crying in pain. Some of the vampires from our side were drinking from some witches who were obviously not going to make it and I felt tears roll slowly down my cheeks. A few seconds had passed only since Hallow's brother had been ripped to shreds and Eric was busy shouting orders, as the Viking he really was. There was no such time where he looked more himself than in the midst of a battle. He was a warrior and the thrill of war and violence sent me very vivid and crude images of us together through the bond. I also felt his angst for me. He knew I was injured. He headed towards me and kneeled down, cupping my head on his knees.

'Drink.' He whispered, offering my his bleeding wrist as he took mine to his lips, cleaning it of the blood that oozed from it. I drank deeply, feeling better the moment his sweet flavour hit my palate. I felt immediately stronger and the excruciating pain at my wrist grew dimmer and dimmer and receded to a dull ache. I was covered in bruises and tiny cuts from my encounter with Hallow but now everything was over and I was safe again, cradled in Eric's arms.

'Will you be okay, love?' Eric asked me worried. I suddenly felt a presence next to me and gasped in surprise when I recognized the person standing there. Vampire I should say. It was Bill and he was covered in blood. Not his, I gathered since he looked quite healthy. He kneeled next to me and passed a careful hand on my forehead and in my hair. I shuddered under his touch and looked at Eric's impassive face before looking back at Bill.

'Bill what are you doing here?' I whispered.

'I came to help when I heard there was trouble.' Was all I got from him. Behind him was Jessica and she looked very excited. It was the first time since the werewolf attack at my home she'd had a chance to fight and she was mighty proud of herself. I smiled softly. She waved at me and then went to help the others out.

'What was with all the fog?' I asked Eric and Bill. I felt like a piece of steak in-between two hungry dogs and realised that it must have been how it felt for them. Through both the bonds I could feel that both desired me in a very Neanderthal manner and I almost blushed, trying to pull myself up.

'Bon Temps Wiccans. Some sort of weather altering magic.' Eric explained, his fangs poking out of his lips. He glared at Bill's hand that was still in my hair.

'Compton, remove your hand. She's not yours anymore.' Eric warned, his voice very menacing. I tried to lift myself up since my head was still on Eric's knees to look at them both.

'She'll tell me if she wants me to remove my hand, Northman.' Bill replied, his voice icy.

'You trying to pick up a fight, Compton? I would just love to see that.' Eric replied, growling.

'Will you just snap out of it?' I scolded at them both. 'You're acting like kids here! Eric just help me up please? And Bill, thank you for helping us but I think you can let go of my hair now. It won't be going anywhere in the near future.' I joked, a small grin on my lips. Eric pulled me up with him gently kissing my forehead before he stepped away to go back to helping the vampires dispose of the bodies. He then decided better and swung back towards me, drawing me into a very fiery and sexy kiss. His mouth plundered mine without any sort of restraint and I had to grab his hair to hold him back from just choking me right there and then. My stomach fluttered with butterflies and I moaned softly as he released me from his embrace. He then winked at Bill and stormed away. I'd have to kick his ass later for this ridiculous demonstration of his ownership… Even if I had enjoyed the kiss immensely.

Bill looked at me intently and sighed.

'What has he done to you?' He simply said, cocking his head to the side, pain painted on his features.

'I don't think it's any of your business.' I replied, defensive. I caressed his cheek where a drop of blood lazily rolled down towards his jaw and I looked at him intensely.

'Bill, thank you for helping me today. For being here. It means a lot to me.' I said, smiling softly. 'But what I choose to do is none of your business. We broke up.' I reminded him. I still felt that numb pain in the middle of my chest whenever I thought about it. I hugged him carefully and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

Bill looked at me and held me close to him for a while before he walked away. I was left alone in the middle of the room and turned back to where Alcide laid injured. He was on his side, panting heavily and I ran to him.

'Are you going to be okay?' I asked him. He had morphed back to his human form and he was very naked. I grabbed a discarded sweater off the bloodied floor and dropped it on his hips to cover him a bit.

'Yes, thank you.' He panted. 'I'll heal but that bitch was strong. Might take a little while.' He added, his voice a low gruff. His shoulder bled heavily and I was about to call for Eric or Bill to give him some blood but he must have understood my intention and grabbed my hand.

'Don't. Please. I'll be alright. I don't want any of that vamp juice.' He said. I giggled softly and brushed his messy hair out of his face.

'Thank you for saving me.' I said to him. I decided he couldn't very well stay there, lying on the ground so I stood up in search of some clothes for him to dress in. He couldn't very well be carried in his birthday suit to his truck. I saw Eric across the room, talking to Pam. I went to them and thanked Pam for helping us before I explained the situation to Eric. He said a few words to Pam in Swedish and next thing I knew, Alcide was being taken home to rest and heal, dressed in a pair of jeans and covered in a warm blanket. I pressed his hand in mine when the two werewolves carrying me passed me by and he smiled at me. I then turned to Eric.

'Are we done here?' I asked, hopeful. I was tired as hell and needed a shower. I was covered in about half a dozen people's blood and sweaty and cold at the same time. Eric looked me over and dragged me to him, planting a kiss on the top of my head. He called Pam over.

'Get her to lift the curse and then kill her.' He simply muttered at Pam. She smiled widely and I saw her fangs drawn out.

'How shall I convince her?' Pam asked, to be sure she'd get to play with her toy. Eric frowned at her as if he found it silly she'd even ask.

'Be persuasive.' He simply replied. He then picked me up bridal style and carried me outside. By some sort of magic, his car was there, probably retrieved from my place by one of the vamps. He sat me on the passenger side and then slid in the driver's seat, dropping his coat on my knees as the engine purred to life. We rolled away from the sinister area and as we rounded the corner, I noticed that flames shot out the windows of the warehouse.

'Burning the evidence.' Eric simply told me, looking at me, his hands surely on the wheel.

'Thank you for saving me.' I said to him, clutching his discarded coat around my shoulders. He looked back at the road and I noticed we were heading for his place.

'We'll stay at my home for the time being. Who knows if they might not come back after us…' Eric answered.

'What do you mean?' I asked, puzzled.

'A few of the witches escaped before it got messy. But I don't think they'll give us any trouble. They're nothing without their chief.' He responded.

'What will Pam do to Hallow, you think?' I asked, nervous.

'She'll get her to un-curse us. As to how, I really don't care.' He replied. Pressed my cheek against the cool window and rested. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, I was in Eric's bathroom, and he was holding me against him whilst he rid me of my bloodied clothes. We took a warm shower and he gently cleaned me, massaging my scalp and skin until I felt like pudding and then he dried me and took me to his bedroom where he dressed me in a little nightie made of a gauzy pink material. I delighted at the sight of it and he grinned, pulling on some silk pyjama pants before wrapping me in his arms in the sheets. I yawned softly and then turned to him, a lump forming in my throat at the sight of his beautiful face.

'What will happen to us now?' I asked him, my finger drawing a tentative pattern on his chiselled chest. His hair was messy and wet like mine and I watched in fascination as a drop of water oozed off a strand and slid down his temple and towards his jaw. I closed my mouth on his jaw, sucking softly at the skin, drawing a moan from him.

'We'll have to deal with the Queen. And then I'll keep you here all to myself and never share you with anyone else.' Eric replied, rolling us over so that he was over me. His mouth found mine and he nibbled softly at my bottom lip, his gaze lustful and never leaving mine. I writhed under him and purred in contentment when his length pressed on my thigh through the silky material of his pyjama pants. His hands slid under the little nightie to caress the smooth skin of my stomach.

'You are perfect.' He whispered to me before rolling off me to cradle me to his chest, spooning me. 'It's late, you should get some sleep. We can play all you like tomorrow but for now you must rest.' He whispered, his lips biting my earlobe softly before kissing the corner of my lips.

'Night.' I mumbled before pulling his arm around my waist. I held his palm to my lips and kissed it softly.

I awoke hours later and he was still with me but he was out for the day. I had no idea what time of day it currently was and decided that I was mighty hungry. I started by going to the master bathroom where I cleaned up before I went to look for some clothes. I picked a set of white lacy underwear and pulled on a dress that had mysteriously been added to Eric's vast collection of men's clothes. It was my size and a vivid cherry red and I loved it. I ate something and realised I'd slept almost all day. It was now close to four in the afternoon and the sun was low on the horizon, I noticed, when I looked out the black windows. I heard Eric before I saw him. He walked out of his bedroom, very puzzled.

'Sookie?' He asked, astonished. He took in the sight of me sprawled on his sofa and looked amused and quizzical at the same time. He rubbed his temples and looked again. What was wrong with him?

'What are you doing in my home? Not that I mind you being here, you are quite the sight in that dress, by the way. But why are you here in the first place?' He asked me.

I stared at him blankly. He didn't remember. I suddenly understood that maybe the curse had been lifted, or another one had been casted on him by a wrathful Hallow.

'You don't remember?' I asked him, feeling tears welling in my eyes. He sat down across from me and eyed me curiously.

'Is this a dream?' he asked. 'Because it's a very bizarre one if it is. You're never dressed in my dreams.' He added, grinning slightly. I would have blushed had I not felt so powerless. He had no idea what I was doing here. Surely he didn't even remember what had happened in the last few days. I excused myself a second and as he stared into space, puzzled, I rapidly called Pam.

'Pam!' I yelped when she picked up. 'What happened with Hallow?' I asked her.

'She lifted the curse. Now she's dead. Why?' Pam asked. I hung up on her and the phone slipped out of my hand. I panted, trying to catch my breath. Eric was behind me in a second, holding me up.

'Sookie, Sookie, what is wrong? What happened?' He asked, worried. He really had no clue at all.

'You don't remember anything that happened in the last few days?' I asked him, a fat tear rolling down my cheek.

'I went to meet up with the witches yesterday.' He simply supplied, eyeing me suspiciously. 'And I have no idea why you're here.' He added.

And then I felt relief wash over me. A nasty kind of relief because it also killed me to choose the easy way out. I wouldn't have to let him choose whether or not he wanted to be with me because he simply did not remember we ever having been together. He didn't remember a thing and he didn't need to. What had us been anyways apart from a couple of steamy nights?

'Did we have sex?' he asked, suddenly very curious. My hand on his arm tensed at his words.

Why the fuck can't I remember it? Why is she here? Where's Pam? Why is she crying? I hate it when she cries…makes me feel useless

I could still hear him, faintly, but I could hear him.

'Did we sleep together, Sookie? I can smell myself all over you.' He added, breathing in my hair softly.

'Just take me home please.' I whispered, pulling myself out of his arms.

'Not until you tell me what happened and why you're like this. And here in the first place.' He ordered me, frowning. It was apparently killing him not to be in control.

'What is there to say? Yes we had sex. Too bad you just can't remember it.' I said, my voice shaking. I wanted to snake my arms around his neck to kiss him, in the hopes that maybe our kiss would make him remember. But I knew this was just wishful thinking, tainted by hundreds of fairytales in which a kiss could make it all better.

'Why can't I remember it?' He asked, his eyes boring into mine.

'You were cursed by the witches. Pam will explain. Please just take me home.' I whispered, tears rolling freely down my cheeks. I felt stupid and utterly powerless right now.

'Sookie did something happen? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?' He asked me, anger flaring through the bond as he spoke the last words.

'No. I'm alright. Please, just take me home.' I begged, my voice soft and low. He cupped my chin and before I knew it, he pressed his lips to mine, parting them, teasing my tongue with his. I moaned against his mouth and his hands snaked around my waist and in my hair. He pulled me up, sitting me on his kitchen counter and parted my thighs so he could pull me closer. He rubbed himself against me, causing some very delicious friction between us and I moaned. I tried to stop him, pushing him back softly and he tensed, looking at me, thoughtful.

'Why did I never do this before?' He asked, his mouth hovering on my lips, his gaze on mine. He brushed my cheek free of the tears and his mouth found mine again for a brief few seconds before he pulled away.

'You did much more.' I whispered, looking down at my thighs possessively wrapped around his hips.

He growled, frustrated. He roughly took my hair in his fist and pulled be back for another kiss.

What the fuck is happening? Why can't I remember anything of us being together? Why is it so good to kiss her? Get a grip, damn it…

He finally let me go and looked at me as if he really saw me for the first time.

'I'll take you home. I need to settle some things with Pam.' He explained before helping me off the counter. 'But we'll see each other soon, Sookie. And you'll tell me what happened between us.' He grunted. He took me home and I stared at the road, lost in my thoughts the whole way.

My hand brushed Eric's hand when I shifted in my seat. I felt as though I'd been hit by lightning and I resisted the urge to entwine my fingers with his. When we arrived at my place, I slid out of the car without one more word and almost ran to my door. I thought he called after me but I was too caught up in trying not to burst into tears in front of him to turn back. I closed the door and slid down behind it, cuddling my knees to my chest. Somehow, this felt a lot worse than Bill and I breaking up. And I had imagined nothing could ever hurt me as much as that had hurt. I now understood why I'd always felt like I needed to protect myself from letting Eric Northman in. He was overwhelming and I was going to feel this empty for a long, long time. I managed to crawl to my sofa and grab the afghan lying there and I curled in a little ball in it before crying myself to sleep.

Please don't throw stones here, I know you all will hate me for this but it's a curse... not a blessing. And Hallow is a bitch. I promise to make it up to you in further chapies! XOXOXOXO LOTS OF LOVE :)