Here we are dearests, another chapter! ERIC IS BACK, no worries, he's there alright :) in all his Viking glory.

I'm really getting bored without my weekly dose of True Blood... I might just buy the seasons and watch them till I know them by heart (which I already do thanks to Youtube hahaha) I swear if we don't get Eric and Sookie smut next season I might very well go down to LA and tell Mr Alan Ball what I think of him :) which is that he's a genius, but then again I will be mighty pissed if Eric and Sookie don't get it horizontal haha. Which I do believe is going to happen and here's why:

A) Alexander Skarsgard has hinted a good 20000 times in interviews that he's there to break Sookie and Bill up and his Eric Northman is FASCINATED with Sookie... as in he wants to shag her real bad :) hahahaa we don't mind, as long as you're naked, Alex.

B) They wouldn't have kissed if they weren't headed that way... And they wouldn't have left the kiss hanging there with no explanation. Explanations that should be downright fascinating and hilarious if they do get their TALK :)

C) Sookie wouldn't have been so scared when she found out he was outside burning. And she wouldn't have been so prompt to offer him her blood and such. She didn't even do it for Bill when he roasted like a marshmallow (of course she didn't exactly know what to do then but wtv let me dream :D)

D) Eric was covered in cement (HAHAHA BEST REASON ISN'T IT? I think so too :P)

E) DUH. Witches are coming to town. That can only mean naughty Eric in very little clothes. Seeing as we know how he was as a human (which is sex-crazed and a womanizer and wanting to spend his entire life between a woman's thighs - we don't mind, Alex -), I'm hoping more and more he'll be amnesic.

BTW I was thinking the fourth season might just start with Eric in Lala-Land (Fairy Realm for those who might be confused by my appellation lol) and Sookie there too and she being mighty pissed that he is there in the first place (let's all remember he's had quite a lot of her blood lol can't wait to see him dressed in fucked up white clothes and strolling around Lala-Land hahaha I'D LOVE IT :)!)

OKay so let's press pause on the remote that controls my babbling brain and let's get on to more serious things lol such as THE CHAPTER !

So here it goes, title comes from the song Gasoline and Matches by Buddy and Julie Miller

And finally, thank you all for the amazing reviews. Yes I know I'm mean with the cliffies but I just don't know how to end chapters without them. It's just so much fun leaving on a cliffie hahaha don't worry I wouldn't have the heart to abandon the story on a cliffie, or abandon it all together. I'm having fun writing this and I intend to continue (maybe not all the way to book 10 but a good way still)!

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There are those moments in life where time seems to fly past you. You don't even get a chance to grasp on it and the good times are over. There are also those dreaded moments where time seems to pass a lot slower than it normally would, where each seconds seems to stretch on for years and years. Watching Hadley lunge at Claudine and Claude was one of those moments. I saw it very precisely as if I had just stopped time and was the only one in the room with a remote.

And strangely, I wasn't afraid when I saw her fangs bared. She couldn't help it, with her being so young and them smelling so good. And so I did all I could think of. I yelled and lifted my hand, energy oozing out of it in a strong blow that sent Hadley flying in Mrs Fortenberry's hamburger and fries. The time then sped forward and Bill who'd been watching the entire thing with dread and horror painted on his face moved at the speed of lightning and grabbed Hadley, dragging her out the back door with a roar. Claude and Claudine stood there, watching the entire altercation with surprise and they gave me a long look before approaching me. Everyone in the restaurant had held their breath but were now chatting loudly, commenting not on what had just happened but on Claude and Claudine, eyeing them with fascination. Sam had come out of the back during the whole thing and he stood by the bar, looking as amazed at Claudine and Claude's joint presence. Separately they were quite dashing but together, Claude and Claudine's beauty could have led crowds and revolutions. They seemed to glow with a somewhat ethereal light. Claudine was wearing a very banal yet classy white dress, not quite unlike the ones she favoured back in Fairy Land, and Claude wore pristine white jeans and a sleeveless white t-shirt that seemed to shine against his tanned skin.

Oh my god. I think he's even yummier than that tall blond she brings around sometimes. What the fuck does she do to them?

Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn. She is so fucking gorgeous. Crystal who? (Jason, dear ol' Jason…)

Sweet Mama. I'd change sex for a piece of ass like that.

Wonder if they'd say yes to a three way…

Wonder what cream she uses. Her skin is flaw-fukcking-less. Must be V.

Why the hell does she get all the hotties in town?

I blocked out people's thoughts. Not a single mental comment about me shooting lightning at Hadley. Not a single thought about Hadley and Bill as a matter of fact. Well colour me surprised. I then noticed Claude's smirk. He was obviously pleased by the attention he was getting. Oh right, he was a telepath too, just like Claudine.

'What are you guys doing here?' I asked, plopping my tray on the counter, eyes wide.

'We came to see you. Niall said you might be needing us soon.' Claudine's soft voice said. 'Don't worry about the vampire. They won't remember a thing.'

'They won't? Why…'

'We're fairies, sweet heart. We don't just read thoughts and blast energy now, that would be fucking boring.' Claude said, eyeing me as if I was some dirty piece of old chewing gum stuck to a new pair of shoes. What a charmer.

Claude looked around the restaurant and spotted Jason. His face lit up like a Halloween pumpkin.

'Well, well, well, what a hot piece you've got there…' He commented, his eyes all predatory and hungry. Not for blood, I reassure you. 'Had I known this town held something so yummy I'd have come sooner…'

Claudine gave Claude a disapproving look and held him in place with her hand on his elbow.

'You can play later, Claude. Right now, we must talk to Sookie. Remember what Niall said?' She said as if she were telling a young child he could play after doing his homework.

'I must add that this is my brother Jason… So kind of like your cousin…' I said, creeped out by the idea that Claude would hit on my brother. At least, I could be sure Jason wouldn't reciprocate… He didn't exactly like homosexuals.

Claude frowned and sighed.

Sam was still staring at us, at Claudine, should I say. Yes, she was quite the gorgeous thing with her luscious caramel hair and her perfect face.

'Sookie who are your… friends?'

'Hum… They come from… Dallas. Claudine and Claude. I met them there.' I lied, swiftly. My Gran would have rolled over in her grave, I thought.

'Yes, that's right. We're from Dallas.' Claude snickered, earning a disapproving glance from Claudine. I spotted Holly near Mrs Fortenberry's table, cleaning up the mess Hadley's flying form had made there. Her head snapped up as if she'd felt my gaze and she winked at me. I guess witches were immune to the power of fairies…

'We were just dropping by to say hi to Sookie.' Claudine supplied, a charming smile on her face. And by charming I mean she could have melted and iceberg with how much warmth and kindness she put in it. Sam seemed baffled by it and simply nodded.

'I guess Sookie can just take the rest of the night off.' He said, a stupid smile on his lips. Had Claudine just… glamoured him? I thought only vampires could do that… I'd have to ask her how she did that…

'Thank you Sam.' I muttered, my cheeks flaming red. My shift was almost over anyways but I knew I'd have to do over time some other day to compensate the ones I'd be missing tonight.

'Come.' Claudine murmured to me, dragging me to the back where my purse and coat were, Claude in our trail. I saw him glance over his shoulder and wink at Jason who almost spurted beer out of his nose.

'Okay what the hell is going on? There are vampires here! They could have killed you!' I exclaimed once we were out back.

'I'm sorry, I didn't think they'd be able to sense us that well.' Claudine explained. 'Thank you for helping us, though.' She said, referring to my blasting light at Hadley. I briefly wondered how she was doing and what Bill had done with her. 'We really needed to see you, Sookie.' Claudine said, snapping me out of my mental worrying.

'What is it? Something wrong?' I asked, nervous.

'Niall has heard word of the vampire gathering happening soon…' Claude muttered, eyeing the bar with boredom painted on his face.

'And he fears for you there. He knows we won't be able to protect you there so he'd like to meet your… Vampire so he can give him his instructions…' Claudine explained.

'Eric? Niall wants to meet Eric?' I asked, cocking my head to the side in wonder. 'Wouldn't that be like super dangerous for Niall?' I said. Vampires had really little control over their instincts when fairies were around them. Fairies smelled that good to a vampire, whatever his age.

'Niall can mask his smell to vampires. Unlike us…' Claude said, as if reading my thoughts.

'Where and when does he want to meet Eric? I can call him and arrange something I guess?' I said. I had so many questions I wanted to ask them yet I had a feeling they weren't here to fill in the gaps.

'Two nights from now. Bon Temps Cemetery. There's a portal there between our world and this one. Near your grandmother Adele's headstone…' Claudine explained.

'We'll be there.' I answered. 'How did you convince Sam?' I asked her.

'I didn't glamour him, if that's what you were thinking. Only vampires use glamour. I… how could I explain that in your language… I seduced him. That's what us fairies do. As for the people in there, let's just say they'll think back to this evening as the evening they had the most fun in this bar. They won't remember a thing.'

'Holly knows.' I said, remembering her knowing wink.

'She is a Wiccan, isn't she? Great mental shields, I must add. She's powerful. And good-hearted. You can trust her.' Claudine said, a small smile on her striking face. She looked so kind and soft I felt like hugging her. Claude on the contrary was equally as beautiful but his genuine lack of social skills made him one of those beautiful statues you just know would be hard and cold if you touched them. Plus, he obviously fancied men so his beauty was kind of wasted for the other half of the specie. I almost giggled at that thought.

'I'll remember that.' I said. 'I should probably go and see how my cousin is doing now if that's all you had to say?'

'Yes, you may go. Just remember, two nights from now, around midnight is easiest for us to cross the portal.'

'I'll be there with him. Good night!' I said before strolling to my car. I heard a faint popping sound, not unlike that of fangs being bared and spun around. They were gone and where they stood before was a very faint cloud of shining powder floating in the crispy air. Well, I'll be damned, I thought. I drove to Bill's without thinking much. As I had expected, both he and Hadley were there. Bill opened the door before I even knocked and stepped aside to allow me in.

'Hadley?' I called. She looked up from the sofa, her face bloody with tears.

'I'm so sorry, Sookie. So sorry. I don't know what got into me… I really don't.'

'It's okay, sweetie. No harm done. No one will remember a thing, Claudine and Claude will make sure of that.'

'He's her brother isn't he?' Bill asked me. I was surprised at first but then remembered he'd been to Fairy Land once after almost draining me. That brought back painful memories but I shoved them aside.

'Yes, he's Claudine's brother. My cousin of some sort.' I answered.

'Sookie?' Hadley said. 'I think it'd be best if I went back to New Orleans. I've only caused trouble ever since I've returned to Bon Temps. I don't want to pester you any more than need be. I have an apartment there anyways…' she said.

Bill gave me a thoughtful look. I suddenly understood.

'You'll go with her?' I asked him, trying to look unfazed. As much pain as Bill had caused me, it would be very different not having him around. I'd grown accustomed to it.

'For a few weeks, yes. She'll need help adapting to her new condition. Sophie-Anne kind of left her at a very bad time…' Bill explained. 'Jessica will remain here. I believe she controls herself rather well for her age and if she needs anything she'll give Eric or Pam a call.' Bill added.

'When are you leaving?'

'Tonight. I was waiting to tell you and then we're going.' Bill said. I spotted the bags in the entrance for the first time. I sat by Hadley who was still dabbing at her face with a bloodied handkerchief.

'I hope everything goes well for you there.' I told her, lightly pressing her cold hand in mine. She smiled through her tears. 'Bill will be a terrific help for you. He'll teach you stuff and then maybe I can come and visit you sometime in New Orleans.' I said, a small smile on my lips. Once again my family would be parted and as much as Hadley's presence had always disrupted the peace and quiet when she'd been in Bon Temps, I'd miss her.

'About Hunter…' she started to say. 'Bill says I won't be able to see him for quite some time. I'm not controlled enough yet and I think Remy wouldn't allow it anyways…' She said sombrely.

'I'll visit him as soon as I can and tell him what has happened. He's safe for now. The two fairies from tonight, they'll look after him.' I said. She nodded slowly.

I hugged her tight before she walked out the door and went to wait for Bill in his car. Bill stood in front of me, hands by his side, giving me a long thoughtful gaze.

'I guess this is good bye for now.' He finally said, breaking the silence. I nodded, silent.

'You'll be in Rhodes, right?' I asked, curious.

'Yes. With Hadley. She can't stay alone. Sophie-Anne left a mess behind her. She didn't tell her much about her state…' Bill said. 'I wish you the best, Sookie Stackhouse.' Bill said, drawing me in his arms for an awkward hug. He finally let me go and out the door he went. I stayed in the entrance of his home, as if struck by lightning.

He'd used the same words Eric had used before leaving for what I had thought at the time would be his True death.

I passed through the cemetery to get back to my place and realized I had no idea what to do. I felt like going to Fangtasia to tell Eric about this whole thing but then again he hadn't called me yet and I had no idea how I was going to tell him I wasn't going to be in Bon Temps the next evening. I weight the pros and cons in my head as I entered my silent home and decided I might as well tell him the truth about Alcide and the pack meeting.

I knew Eric wouldn't be pleased the least bit but I was sick of all the secrets and stuff. He'd be downright pissed, that I was sure, but I knew I wouldn't be able to lie to his face and since I needed to see him about Niall's visit anyways, I decided I'd just take the bull by the horns.

I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair. I decided to wear the white dress with the flower pattern I'd worn on my first visit at Fangtasia and I was putting on my makeup when I got a text.

When are you getting here, little vixen? I've missed you.

I giggled before answering.

Actually I'm eloping with Sam… Sorry ;)

His reply came a second after.

Can he make you come seven times in a night? Or was it eight?

I felt that familiar heat pooling between my thighs and I blushed even though I was alone.

My lack of reply stirred his interest and he texted me once more. I could almost picture him smirking smugly.

That's what I thought. Come at once so I can fuck you till you forget your name ;)

I felt my skin go all warm and I rushed to leave faster. The man could do things to me…

Coming. Better hold up to your reputation, Mr. Northman, I texted him, sitting behind the wheel of my small yellow car.

Only if you're nice. I giggled and drove out to Humming Bird road. I parked on the Fangtasia lot a good half hour later. Pam smirked when she saw me approach.

'How have you been?' She said, casually, eyeing my dress with an approving glance.

'Good. And you?'

'Petulant.' She said, sarcasm in her voice. 'He's waiting for you. I don't know what you've promised him but he's insufferably smiley and giddy like a fucking tween…' She said, rolling her eyes.

I was suddenly nervous. He would be anything but giddy and smiley when I'd tell him about my evening with Alcide. I strolled through the bar, ignoring the fangbangers' thoughts. Eric wasn't on his throne but in his office, which felt infinitely more appropriate for our conversation. I knew a pissed Eric would be bad for the business.

The door was opened so I walked in but he was nowhere to see. I suddenly heard the door lock behind me and I was pressed against the wall in the blink of an eye, his cerulean gaze boring into mine.

'Eloping with the dog, are we?' he breathed in my ear, causing all logical thoughts to evade me. I finally managed to answer him as his mouth hovered over my throat, not touching it, just breathing down on it which caused my thighs to press together in need.

'He is just so good in bed, Mr Northman. You pale in comparison…' I said, playful.

'Oh do I…' He murmured, his voice husky. I almost gasped when his mouth found my ear and started nibbling at my earlobe, his tongue flicking on the shell, lashing fire all the way down to my toes. My panties clung to me and I knew just how aware he was of the state he could put me in.

His mouth soon found mine in a searing kiss and I almost slid down the wall, my knees buckling. He held me up, his knee pressed between my thighs, rubbing me ever so slightly.

'Miss Stackhouse, as much as I love that naughty little dress on you, I find you overdressed for what I had in mind…' He growled, his hand curling possessively around my hip as his other slid up in between my thighs, pressing my wet panties.

'Interesting…' He whispered in my ear, bringing his wet fingers to his lips, sucking on them slowly. I moaned softly as he pressed his hips flush on mine. My hands grabbed his ass of their own accord, keeping him close. His gaze burned with a dangerous fire I knew only too well. And I wanted it as bad as he did. But I decided I should probably tell him the reason for my visit before he'd make me forget about the entire universe with his skilled hands and mouth.

'I have something to tell you…' I whispered, my voice quavering.

'Can't it wait after we've made love on my desk, lover?' He grunted, rubbing his erection on my hip. He was in a terrific mood.

Please say yes. Why is she still wearing that dress? Why does she bother with clothes at all?

'It's important.' I muttered, my lust filled gaze locking with his equally lust filled one.

He sighed and pulled back slightly.

'What is it?' He asked, clearly disappointed.

'You won't be pleased…' I started, stepping backwards towards the edge of his desk. I sat down and looked up at him.

'Unless you've actually done it with the dog, I don't see how I could be unpleased by you…' He said, his voice thick with promises.

I decided I might as well do it as you'd do a Band-Aid. Fast and quick.

'Alcide asked me to accompany him to a pack meeting tomorrow night where they'll pick a new packmaster and I said yes.' I said quickly, closing my eyes awaiting the shit-storm that would no doubt come.

'HE WHAT?' Eric hissed. Through the bond I could feel his rage.

The fucking prick. I'll make him swallow his own fucking tail and I'll rip his fucking limbs off. Who the hell does he think he is! Feed the dog and it bites your fucking hand.

'Eric, I'll just be there. Nothing will happen to me… He needs my… telepathy.'

'Are you so naïve that you didn't even inquire as to what exactly happens when they pick a new pack master? Surely not!' he growled, menacingly.

I blushed and realized I hadn't asked him. Stupid me.

'You will be in constant danger there! And he knows it full well. Under what title does he want you there? They never have humans there unless they…' he stopped dead in his sentence (pun absolutely not intended). His eyes blazed dangerously. Oh shit.

Surely he wouldn't dare…

'He asked you as his date, didn't he? He'll present you to his fucking puppies as his!' Eric roared his hand punching through the nearby wall. Through the wall as in he actually made a hole there. I shuddered.

'Eric, you're scaring me…' I murmured. His face turned to me and I noticed his fangs were down.

'Give me one reason, just one so I'll not go straight to Jackson to rip his fucking throat out!' Eric hissed. I jumped off the desk and ran to him, embracing him in my arms.

'Calm down, please calm down. Don't do anything stupid. I couldn't stand it.' I begged, pressing my face to his chest. I could feel him tense at my touch. His thoughts were a jumble of violent images and slaughter and blood, all that directed at Alcide, but there was also this little bubble of lust than remained in the back, directed at me.

'How do you expect me to calm down when he's asked you to be his date to a pack meeting? Knowing full well your are mine!'

'How is that a big deal anyways?' I asked, sighing. 'I'm not his date. I'm just going there to help him…'

'You owe him nothing.' Eric growled, clutching me possessively to his chest. I felt a warm liquid sliding on my back and pulled out of his embrace. I saw his fist and shuddered. Sure, he was strong, but anyone's skin and bones make a bloody mess when blown through a cement wall at full speed. The wound would close quickly, but still.

'You're bleeding.' I whispered, pressing his knuckled to my lips. I kissed them softly, tasting his blood on my lips. A low growl escaped his throat and he closed his eyes, calming himself.

'You won't be going. I hope you know that. I'll call him and explain. That's my best compromise.' Eric whispered as pressed my face to his chest once more, hugging him tightly. I tensed at his words.

'You don't get to tell me what to do just because you're my boyfriend!' I snapped, pulling out of his hold.

Yours, that I am.

'The hell I do. I refuse to let you go in this trap. You'll get yourself killed and I couldn't endure it. If you do try to go I'll find him and kill him.' Eric growled.

'You can't do that! What are you, a caveman?' I exclaimed, shocked.

'A Viking. And a fucking pissed one at that. You are mine, Sookie. Mine and mine alone. And if I say you don't go, you won't. I'll lock you up downstairs if I need to.'

'Fuck you! I knew I shouldn't have told you.' I growled, retreating towards the desk.

'That would have been even worse…' He hissed, leaning back against the door. Through the bond I could feel his excitement. He liked when we argued. It seemed to fuel his lust. Right now, he was just fuelling my female ego.

'You do not own me, Eric. It's not because we're together that you get to pick what I can or cannot do. I'll go because I gave him my word I would. Come along if you're so afraid he'll do something inappropriate or if you really think there's danger for me…' I hissed, my arms crossed on my chest.

I don't own you, you own me, you silly little thing. And it's killing me to admit it even to myself.

In my anger, I didn't even realize that he hadn't said it but thought it and I answered him aloud.

'I'm not silly, you mongrel. And I'm certainly not little.' I growled. I regretted my words immediately when I saw the look on his face. He was totally immobile, his eyes wide, studying me. I swallowed and passed a nervous hand in my hair, my heartbeat fluttering. He took a step towards me and I almost jumped in surprise.

'You can hear me.' He suddenly said. His voice was cold, calculating and downright scary.

CLIFFIE HAHAHA! Ain't I evil :) well their my toys, I get to play with them! :D -laughs evilly- lol I love you guys seriously :P thanks so much for sticking with me and my crazy imagination :P