Heaven's to Betsy, I won't even bother apologizing, I know I do not deserve to be forgiven LOL anyways at last here is the next chapter muhahahah I had so much trouble getting it out on paper (busy little girl I've been!) But there it is, not entirely to my liking - as I'm kind of looking MUCHO forward to Rhodes which will be fun fun fun, and this is just some stuff I had to get ''out of the way'' so to speak but then again, there's some tiny lime-lemon goodies at the end :)

Just a reminder of the last chapters for those like me who don't remember (hahaha just kidding), Sookie was kidnapped by Hadley -fresh vamp- on the Queen's order and Eric had to plan this grand tribunal with McAlister so as to get Sookie back without her being killed in the process. Sookie met many fun characters during the tribunal (Bubba, Gabrielle, Norma Jean, Quinn - yuck, hairball down my throat- hahaha) and both Sophie-Anne and Andre were condemned to twenty years in silvered coffins for many offences against pretty much the entire universe and now Sookie was almost back to her normal life, but then TA-TAAAAA VIctor Madden had to come and get it all prissy-shitty and taunting around. Eric now knows -again- that Sookie can hear his thoughts. And then Alcide asked Sookie to accompany him to the pack meeting for the choosing of the new pack-master -hence some Furnan shit since he's a prick and annoying bum-bum. So Sookie had a sleepover with Pam so as to assure her security until the pack meeting since Madden Crazy Vamp is on the loose and looking for a snack and now Sookie has arrived safe and sound to the pack meeting with Pam and Alcide as escorts and she's defused the silver bomb - so to speak - that Furnan had unleashed upon Jackson Herveaux, Alcide's father, who was competing for the title. Quinn is hosting the event and Sookie is a trouble-magnet so let the violent galore ensue :)!

Once again, thanks for being patient with me as I'm one hell of a bad updater these days - MUSES WHERE ART THOUGH? - and I generally suck. But I still love the bunch of you fellow readers who still give a damn about my crazy stories and I'll try my best not to leave you hanging on a thread again - aka post as soon as I can.

Title for this chapter is the song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. Here is some naughty fun music to inspire you gals as you read!

Please review even thought I don't deserve it. I'm just dying to reach the 1K :D!

I LOVE YOU ALL! Kiss kiss, bang bang :)

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Unknown - Joe Stansberry (freakin' amazing, title song of the movie Unknown with Jim Caviezel, weird movie, a bit like Reservoir Dogs in the concept but quite surprising)

Symptom Finger - The Faint (LOVE THIS BAND TO BITS!)

Southern Belles In London Sing - The Faint

Forever Growing Centipedes - The Faint

Wolf & I - Oh Land (Danish Electro-Chic, haunting song!)

Royal Blue - Cold War Kids

Dashboard - Modest Mouse

Restless- Unkle

There you go, music fans, some of my fav beats these days!

XOXO

The three challenges were quite simple in their form. The first one, the agility challenge, consisted of a sort of obstacle race like the ones one would expect to see at a dog contest, except these special obstacles were all coated with silver, which is, as I had learned to know over my months spent in the Supe's world, quite a little painful both for weres and vamps – but one would be wise never to mention they have this in common as both races hate each other deeply, for what, I don't know. As Jackson and Furnan undressed to morph, people gathered in a tight circle around the ring. Pam dragged me as far as she could from the most dangerous looking weres, decidedly on Jackson's side of the room, and Alcide followed us. Apparently, for once both Pam and him agreed on the fact my poor human body should be kept the furthest possible from the possibly-morphing wolves. There were two consecutive popping sounds which drew my attention back from the obstacles I was observing to the beginning of the race where Jackson and Furnan had been standing. There now were two beautiful wolves snarling at each other, the biggest one a dark velvety grey colour with eyes the same shade as Alcide's wolf eyes – most probably Jackson, and the smallest, but not by much, a sandy beige colour, much like Furnan's hair colour, but with the weirdest eyes: instead of the usual golden yellow, this wolf's eyes were a dark shade of silvery grey which stood out against his fur. Quinn was standing between them, his tall muscular body still quite imposing near the two snarling creatures.

'Isn't it like dangerous to stand between them?' I muttered at Pam.

'Quinn is known in our world as one of the strongest most dangerous of all weres. He's a were tiger and he's one of the last remaining ones. Neither would stand a chance against him…' Pam said. I thought about how big and dangerous he'd looked to me back at the Queen's palace had he not been purring like an enormous cat, and shuddered. Yes, he definitely could snap a wolf's neck with those huge jaws of his.

'It's going to start…' Alcide suddenly said, extremely serious. I glanced at him and impulsively grabbed him hand.

'It's going to be alright.' I murmured. His warm strong fingers clenched around my much smaller hand and I offered him my best smile to encourage him. His father was after all fighting to death for the title. I would have been goddamned nervous myself… Pam eyed our joint hands and rolled her eyes.

'Eric will have his skin as a carpet…' Pam warned me. I gave her a dark look and turned back my attention to the two wolves who were getting ready for the race. Quinn lifted his hands and everyone in the room fell silent.

'We are gathered here to see who can best whom for the title of Pack master of the Jackson, Mississippi pack. Patrick Furnan and Jackson Herveaux will compete in the usual three challenges and the winner will be named officially pack master. Any attempt to cheat, to injure or to slow down the opponent in any of the two first challenges will be regarded as a terrible offense and the other will automatically be named pack master. Are we clear?' Quinn's loud voice echoed in the silent room. Both the wolves stood their ground and howled their approval.

'May the wisest, strongest and most agile wolf win. ' Quinn finally said. And then the race was on. Both the wolves were so fast I was having a hard time keeping on. They slipped easily through the obstacles even though they both were quite a lot bigger then some of the passages they slid in. Furnan had the advantage of being somewhat smaller than Jackson, but Jackson looked stronger and he managed to keep up with Furnan the whole way. Alcide's hands clasped mine tighter a few times during the race, especially when Jackson's dark grey fur sizzled when it brushed against a silver ring. In the end, Furnan slipped slightly on the last obstacle, so taken by the encouragements he was getting on his side of the room and Jackson beat him by a second to the finish line. Jackson's side of the room erupted in loud yapping and yelling and some weres even howled even though they still were in their human form. I was watching the whole thing quite fascinated. The whole room was filled with an almost palpable tension, buzzing with negative energy. The two clans of wolves were starring each other down and I just knew the shit was about to hit the fan. Quinn said some stuff before the second challenge started but I wasn't exactly paying attention anymore. I was watching Furnan and Jackson and both looked very, very pissed at each other. In fact, I was wondering briefly why the hell Quinn wasn't paying more attention to them. One wrong move from either side and it was going to turn into a very messy bloodbath. And then, I suddenly had a very weird flash, a very strong sense of foreboding that flooded me. They're going to fight. All of them.

'Pam, we have to get the hell out of here.' I hissed under my breath, knowing full well she would hear. Pam's head snapped to me and she stared at me, suddenly very aware of her surroundings.

'I've been trying to tell you this for hours now what makes you want to change your mind?'

'Bad feeling. There's going to be blood, lots of it. We have to get out.' I said, eyeing the weres around me fearfully. I had no idea where that terrible sense of dread was coming from but I just knew my instincts were right. Pam nodded at me and tried to drag me towards the closest exit but I simply couldn't let Alcide in here with all those crazy weres who'd want to hurt him simply because he was Jackson's son.

'Alcide!' I said as the yelling and hooting in the room became louder and louder. It felt as though a riot was about to happen and I absolutely did not want to be there when things would get messy. I'd had my fair share in Jackson's Lou Pine of werewolf insanity. I was all in to help Alcide, but I would not get him or Pam or anyone else shredded to pieces simply because his father was a prick who couldn't stand winning by forfeit.

Alcide was obviously too taken by the wolves quarrelling all around him to hear me so I grabbed his arm roughly.

He turned to look at me and my face must have terrified him because he grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and levelled his face with mine.

'What is it, Sook?' He asked, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched.

'We have to get out. It's going to be a bloody mess. Please come with us, save yourself.' I muttered. I was shivering all over, that's how scared I was just then. I had never felt something so vividly and I couldn't explain what was happening to me but Alcide seemed convinced enough.

'What about my father?' He growled, dragging me as we followed Pam who was quite efficient at making us a path amongst the crowd. Her fangs probably were quite the accessory for the job.

'He'll live.' I said, with so much conviction I wondered how the hell I could know that.

'How do you know that?' Alcide asked, spinning me around so that I faced him.

'I just know. Now let's get the fuck out of here…' I hissed. But it was already too late. Two quarrelling humans, one Furnan's minion and the other a friend of Jackson's started fighthing, throwing punches and yelling insults. And then, chaos erupted around us in the form of popping sounds all around the room, every single one of them resulting in an explosion of clothes and snarls and howls. I tried to hide behind Pam as I was probably the only non-were in the room and there was very little that could harm her but she was already busy keeping a few wolves off her. She had fed so she certainly could take them on but I suddenly wished for Eric to be there. I tried to make myself as small as possible as wolves started fighting each other. I had lost Alcide but I spotted his golden eyes amongst the masses. He was making his way towards his father who obviously had engaged in a very scary combat with Furnan. Apparently, Furnan's supporters hadn't taken nicely Furnan being called a cheater in front of them and they had taunted Jackson's wolves until one of them had snapped – literally. Amongst the howling and growling I spotted Pam who gestured for me to make a run for the door whilst I still could. Apparently, I wasn't yet number one on the to-kill list of most of the weres present, but that did not mean they wouldn't take a bite of me if they could. The smell of blood hung thick in the room and I almost yelped in terror when I fell face to face with a dark wolf.

You little cunt you made this whole mess, you're going to die, bitch, I'll fucking tear you apart.

My hand instinctively went in front of me before the wolf could attack me and I felt energy pool in my fingers before they oozed a blinding white light. The wolf was thrown back a dozen feet and landed on another. I'd never been more thankful for my fairy powers. Pam was suddenly next to me.

'What the hell are you still doing here? GET OUT!' she yelled at me, showing me the closest door. As I tried to make my way there, I realised it was simply no use: every time I'd get closer to the door, a wolf would snarl my way or lunge at my arms or legs. One actually managed to bite me pretty hard on the right arm and I yelped in pain, trying to kick him off me, but the beast was a strong one. His teeth were digging real good in my flesh and I thought I was going to faint from the pain, silent tears rolling on my cheeks but suddenly the pain stopped. I looked up and through fogged up eyes I saw Pam, her stilletos digging in the wolf's side.

'You little fucker, you owe me a pair of shoes.' She snarled at the wolf before she snapped his neck with a fancy twist of her foot. I must have lost quite a lot of blood because Pam's head suddenly snapped my way and she sniffed slowly, closing her eyes.

'You smell delicious, Sookie…' She hissed. I suddenly remembered she was a vamp and vamps just loved to tend to human injuries but somehow I couldn't even bring myself to care. Before I could protest, Pam had me wrapped in her arms and was dragging me towards the door. We almost made it there but suddenly Pam stopped dead in her tracks – no pun intended. I tried to see what had made her stop through foggy eyes. Every part of my body felt like I'd been dragged in barbed wire, probably because the ground was harsh cement and I had been dragged on it for quite a while. My arm was feeling number by the second but still I managed to pull myself up in a standing position to see what had caused Pam to stop on the escape mission. Everywhere I could see there was blood and naked bodies littered the place and most wolves still stood, their jaws dripping with blood and saliva. They looked downright terrifying. But they weren't fighting anymore. And looking further in the room I understood why. Jackson, still in his wolf form, had a very naked Furnan under him, Furnan's throat dripping with blood. And then I saw it for the first time that night, the familiar coat of fiery orange fur that shown through the greys and browns of the wolves like a flashing beacon of light. Quinn. He quickly went to circle around Jackson and the naked Furnan and it suddenly dawned on me that Furnan was probably dead or dying. And though the thought should have made me happy, I still couldn't wash that sense of dread away.

'Pam…' I muttered, clenching my injured arm to my chest. Pam's attention snapped back to me and she saw that I was looking more green than my normal self.

'Let's get out of here.' She simply said, picking me up in her arms as if I weighed close to nothing. The next thing I felt was the cool air of the night on my skin and then the comfort of a car, whose I had no idea since Alcide had driven us there in his truck. But then again, Pam is quite resourceful. It was quite a nice ride and I suppressed a grin thinking about how even in urgency, Pam paid attention to style and décor. My grin however turned into a pained grimace when Pam placed me in the passenger seat and grabbed my injured arm to inspect the wound.

'You are really the clumsiest person in the world, Sookie…' She chastised me, eyeing my arm and then my side. I frowned at her.

'I didn't exactly fall on that wolf's open jaws if that's what you mean by clumsy, Pam.' I muttered, grimacing some more as she lifted my arm.

'I was talking about all those glass shards you collected on your side when you tripped and fell.' Pam growled low, angrier at the glass shards than at me as it seemed. I looked down at my dress and almost gagged. I hadn't noticed before now because I'd been so busy assessing the situation but when the wolf had dragged me – painfully – by my arm, I'd managed to get quite a few pieces of glass embedded in my skin, slicing right through my clothes. I closed my eyes and blew air slowly through my mouth.

'I'll have to take them out now or you'll bleed out…' Pam said, her tone very serious. My eyes snapped open and I gazed at her, terrified.

'Isn't it better to go to a hospital or something?' I muttered, though I'd probably regret such a trip when the bills would come in. Somehow, Pam playing doctor with me didn't seem like the best of ideas.

'And explain how you were in a roomful of werewolves that morphed and attacked you and that you managed to get out with the help of your vampire friend? Yes sure, Sookie, I'd love to explain that to Doctor Nobody. Now, just let me work and you'll be on your feet in no time.' Pam said, unceremoniously ripping the material of my top and exposing my bra. I gasped in surprise and she simply cocked an amused eyebrow.

'You do look rather appetizing, I must admit I understand Eric's interest, but I don't think he'd appreciate me having my way with you whilst you're injured…' Pam commented, grabbing a particularly huge chunk of glass between her fingers. 'Now think about ponies or whatever comforts you cause I'm sure this will hurt like a bitch.' How reassuring, Pam, I thought. But I didn't have time to voice that because she pulled the shard out and I passed out.

The next thing I knew, I was lolling in and out of consciousness in the passenger seat as the road drifted by at a very dizzying speed. I blinked slowly and turned my head towards Pam.

'We close to Bon Temps?' I asked, my voice croaky.

'Yes but I find myself in no particular hurry to have Eric snap at me about how I didn't do my duty in keeping you safe. If you could just refrain from tripping on dangerous objects you would make my life so much easier, Sookie…' Pam sighed dramatically. She continued talking about how Eric was going to have her head for letting something happen to me but I wasn't exactly paying attention anymore. I was feeling quite drowsy and I wondered if Pam had given me something after removing the glass shards but forming a coherent sentence at that point was out of the question. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I was lying on my couch in my very own living room and there was a pair of dazzling blue eyes burning a hole right through my skull. I blinked lazily and frowned.

'D'you glamour me awake?' I murmured, a teasing smile on my lips. Why, oh why, was the man so irresistible? Eric's eyes narrowed and I thought I saw a hint of a smile on his lips but then his gaze set back to a determined glare and he looked over my head towards someone sitting or standing there at the end of my couch.

'She's awake.' He simply growled.

'Thank God…' Pam sneered and I could just imagine her rolling her eyes dramatically at her seemingly very pissed off maker.

'Do not joke with me, Pamela. You disappointed me tonight. I specifically told you to keep her out of harm's way…' Eric snarled at her. And he was extremely serious, I could just tell through the bond. I lifted my uninjured arm and pressed my palm against his cheek, drawing his attention back to me.

'I'm alright, Eric. Nothing was her fault.' I said. His blue gaze slid back to my eyes and then he looked down at my uncovered side which was still a bloody mess and growled.

'You're injured. I hardly call that 'alright'…' Eric retorted. 'That stupid dog too will get what he deserves…'

His words sent a chill down my spine and I remembered about Alcide. Alcide that we had left to fend for himself back at the werehouse.

'Oh my god, where is he? Is he alright?' I asked, agitated. Eric glared at Pam and then pressed his hands on my shoulders to push me back down on the couch as softly as he could.

'I don't know what's happened to him but I'm sure he's alright.' Eric said, his voice low. 'For now.' He added with a frown.

'It was no one's fault what happened tonight. Please don't hurt anyone, I couldn't bear it.' I murmured, searching for his hand with my valid one. His palm engulfed mine and he gave me a thoughtful look.

You'll be the end of me woman…

I closed my eyes a moment to relax as I felt a lot better now that he was with me, a small grin on my face. For some reason, I was hurting less and less from my side and my injured arm and as I licked my lips I realized he'd given me blood.

'Now, Sookie, Pam said you panicked at the werehouse. What happened?' Eric's cool voice brought me back to reality and my eyes snapped open. I looked behind me to glare at Pam but she had already left sometime during my conversation with Eric.

For some reason, I did not want to tell Eric what exactly had overcome me, as I had no idea myself what had happened. I briefly debated whether or not to tell him because the most I could gather from the whole situation was that I had felt something that was going to happen before it actually did, which was complete and utter nonsense to me. So I did what I thought was best for my sake and I decided to play dumb and shut my mouth. If it happened again I could then explain it to him, but right now, it only felt like an isolated incident which would have him worry for me when there was so much more to worry about such as the fast approaching summit in Rhodes.

'Nothing. I just… Nothing, really.' I lied, offering him a small smile. Eric's gaze bore into mine, his face void of any emotion.

'I can feel through the bond that you are lying to me, Sookie.' He chastised me, his fingers brushing my hair away form my face. I held my gaze steady on his before I answered.

'It's nothing, just drop it.' I said. Predatorily, he loomed over me, his mouth a mere inch from mine.

'Just tell me what happened so we can finally get to the fun part of the evening. I can't stand just looking at you all covered in your own blood I wanna fuck you right on this couch.' He growled in my ear before lowering his face to my chest where he slowly lapped at the blood that remained from my injuries. I squirmed under him and giggled as his tongue found a particularly tickly spot on my ribs.

'Now, tell me what happened.' He murmured, blowing air on my wet skin causing it to erupt in goose bumps.

'It'll sound silly…' I muttered, cocking my head to the side as he pressed himself over me, balancing his weight on his forearms.

'Try me.' He retorted, his face serious.

'I had this very strong, almost primal urge to get out of there. It's like I knew what was going to happen…Intense foreshadowing, kind of.' I said, trying to recreate in words that feeling I'd had, those awful images, all the blood.

'Have you ever experiences something of the sort before?' Eric asked, studying my lips with a heated gaze.

'No. Never.'

'Interesting…' Eric pondered, gazing at me for a while.

'You think it has something to do with my fairy blood?' I asked him, cocking my head to the side as I slowly pulled myself up on my elbows. I realised then that I was only wearing the scandalously skimpy bra and panties he'd given me and nothing more.

'If it does, Niall will be able to tell us about it tomorrow night. But for now…' he said, his gaze roaming over my body. I giggled and pulled his face down towards mine.

'Don't you want to know what happened tonight?' I asked him.

Eric simply grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down softly, causing a low moan to escape my lips. He chuckled darkly and passed his tongue slowly on my lips, his eyes boring into mine.

Race you to the bed?

'We could try the kitchen table…' I murmured in his ear, which earned me a playful bite on my earlobe.

'You are one evil little vixen.' He purred and the next thing I knew, he had gotten rid of the rest of his clothes and we were both sprawled on my rug, his cool skin rubbing delightfully against my over-heated one. This was one of the things I couldn't understand about the attraction I had for Eric. However injured, battered, tired or simply not in the mood I could be for a quick tumble, he could turn my mind around with just a well placed kiss or a purr.

As his mouth explored my throat and the sensitive spot right under my ear, I couldn't help but moan loudly and my nails dug in his shoulders, leaving red little crescents in the otherwise smooth skin of his back. Eric chuckled and his lips found mine for a searing kiss.

I missed you

'We saw each other just last night.' I scolded, my words interrupted by small gaspes as his skilled hands found the edge of my lacy panties and his fingers started doing their magic. I could feel the warmth spreading in my veins, my libido skyrocketing in time with his – thanks to his overly sexual appetites and the darn blood bond.

'I didn't get to finish, last night.' He hissed as I pinched his ass roughly, pressing him on my hips, grinding on him.

'Pam gave me a hairdo…' I whispered as his mouth descended on my heaving breasts, sucking and nibbling. He raised his head to give me a good long look, our hips still dancing a primal and carnal rhythm that was proving to be a lot more breathtaking to me, humble human than to him. 'Well?' I asked breathless as he increased the rhythm of our joint hips, my thighs keeping him in place, 'Don't you like it?' I half-moaned, half-cried as he remained silent, gazing at my hair. Suddenly he roughly caught my curls in his fist, twirling them around, tugging at them, causing my lips to part on a silent moan of pain and pleasure mixed.

'It looks like liquid gold…' He mused, his lips finding the shell of my ear. 'I'll owe Pam another pair of pumps for this…' he whispered before crashing his lips to mine once more.