Okay, first of all, I am completely WOWED by the reviews I got for the first part. Seriously, guys, you are AMAZING! I've never had so many reviews for a chapter and I simply couldn't believe it. I thank you SO MUCH you have no idea what this means to me :) you've made me almost as happy as I'd be if I received a very naked Viking for Christmas (which I unfortunately did not...)

I was inspired, even though it took my a while to get it down on paper. So here is part two. I can't promise this will be a long story as I must get back to Fresh Blood and After the End and all my other stories lol but I had to continue this, just for the sake of trying :) I must warn you, Sookie might sound out of character as she puts up with a lot on Eric's part but bear with me, it is pretty hard keeping her in character and making her seem normal since she's been kidnapped and all. Anyways, I've tried my best and I hope you'll enjoy this part as much as you enjoyed the previous one :) I don't know where exactly I'm headed with this as the first shot was seriously just an idea that was trotting in my head but I have a few ideas of how to continue for a few chapters so I hope you'll like it enough for me to continue.

I must admit this part was really a movie in my head when I wrote it so I apologize in advance if it lacks description or anything but I was really imagining the whole thing in my mind. Also, I'm not going completely canon with either TB or the SVM series on the concepts of bloodlust and such. I'm kind of going solo on this and I hope you'll like it anyways. Wishing you lots and lots and lots of naked Vikings for the new year, I also wish you lots of happiness and most of all, health, which I think is the most important of all :)

Please leave a review, it's really icing on my happy cake when you do! hopefully we can beat the 75 I got for the first chapter with this one hahahah

P.S. Some smutty fun at first even though it's quite wild and improper, but hey, we all like it like that hahaha I really am going out on a limb with this part so hopefully it didn't turn out too awful (I'm never quite sure if what I'm posting is reading worthy. Hopefully I'm just an insecure writer with a severe lack of sleep hahahaha!)

I love you all and thank you for reading :) you are all fabulous :) xoxoxo Happy New Year!

Sookie awoke with a start from a very improper dream. She'd been having sex with Bill once more and the dream had ended with him biting her. There was this annoying throbbing between her legs and she could feel her panties had gone somehow damp. Fluttering her eyes open, she starred at the wall opposite her, her back resolutely towards her annoying yet dashingly handsome kidnapper. Oh well, she thought, she could have been kidnapped by some ugly deformed dude, yet she'd been luckier and gotten herself a Calvin Klein model one, all tall and blonde and lean and very sexy. Yet she hated him. She simply wanted to go home and she knew by now her Gran would be worried sick about her whereabouts, as well as Sam as she'd been scheduled to work the lunch break and she could tell it was well past lunch time. Apparently, her kidnapper was still sleeping as he hadn't made a sound or moved an inch. She secretly hoped he wouldn't notice how aroused she was when he woke up.

Eric lay unmoving, on his side, propped up on his elbow, watching her. He'd seen and watched it all, her soft moans, his shirt running up on her tanned stomach, exposing the white lacy panties as she'd dreamt of boring Bill Compton, her small hands sliding down her stomach to the juncture between her legs. And then she'd stopped and rolled over to her side. She was awake, he could tell by the difference of speed in her breathing. And she was oblivious to the fact he'd been watching her the whole time and still was. The bed was perfumed with her arousal and the mix it created with her deliciously sweet smelling blood entranced him.

'Good dreams?' He suddenly said, a hint of a smirk on his beautiful mouth.

'Jesus Christ!' She snapped, sitting up with a start and starring at him. His eyes roamed her body, taking in the damp spot in the white lace at the juncture of her legs and the expanse of her golden stomach exposed by her trashing about in her sleep. He licked his bottom lip unconsciously. Glaring at him, she pulled the shirt resolutely down and was about to slip out of the bed but he caught her wrist and pulled her back on the bed, trapping her between his knees as he loomed over her.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' she snapped, blushing violently under his examination. Through the thick material of his crisp light blue shirt, he could see the shape of her puckered nipples and he could feel her warmth on the sheets. Slipping his hand underneath the shirt, he pressed it resolutely to her aching mound, causing her to gasp in surprise and anger.

'Do not touch me, you disgusting pig!' she snarled, trying to slap his hand away but he pressed further, a predatory smirk on his lips as he took in just how wet she was. She couldn't help it this time and a tiny moan escaped her lips, causing her to blush some more.

'Now, I find it rather fascinating how a virgin like you would get all… riled up about some pathetic creature of the likes of Bill Compton who is quite the repetitive and boring bed mate, as far as I know. At least that's what I've been told, not that I've tried him myself. I have varied tastes, mind you, but I have taste.' Eric said, hypnotized by her parted lips. As fast as he'd put his hand under the shirt, he removed it and leaned back, still trapping her under him.

'You may go and take a shower. I'll have something brought for you to eat whilst you're there. There are clothes for you in the bathroom in your size. I must admit sizing your breasts was quite a challenge without seeing them. Perhaps you could…' He started to say but she was faster.

'Go to hell.' She snarled before wriggling herself away from him and climbing off the bed before stomping towards the bathroom. Before she could close the door, Eric was on her, pressing her to the wall.

'What now?' She growled in anger.

'Well you see Miss Stackhouse, I'm rather hungry and I was wondering whether you'd prefer me feeding before or after your shower. Seeing as you're quite tense I think it might be rather messy so I'd suggest before, but if you're willing to stay still you might find it rather agreeable.' He mused, nuzzling her neck to bathe in her scent once more.

'Do not dare and bite me.' She warned him, anger coursing her veins like a dangerous poison. Eric simply chuckled and pushed her hair aside, exposing the right side of her neck. She was about to turn her face so that he couldn't access her neck but he held her chin firmly in place, causing her to whimper in pain.

'Miss Stackhouse, this would be a lot easier if you'd just remain still. I do not wish to hurt you and if you're willing to calm down you might even enjoy it.' He said, soothingly.

'How could I enjoy it when you've kidnapped me, hurt me, are touching me inappropriately and are going to bite me against my will?' She growled, fuming. Her eyes caught his and they starred at each other for a while.

'Must I explain myself again?' He finally asked, his pelvis still pressed on hers as he trapped her against the wall.

'My Gran will be worried sick because of you and your stupid reasons.' Sookie growled again. 'Why won't you let me go home? Or at least call her?'

'I've told you before, Miss Stackhouse, it's for your own safety.'

'My safety? Are you fucking kidding?' Sookie swore, laughing bitterly.

'Swearing doesn't suit you.' Eric countered, his left eyebrow cocked as he studied her face. She was almost shaking with anger, her skin flushed by her vain attempts to escape his hold. Through his grasp on her chin, he could feel her pulse beating furiously in her throat. She looked like a small tigress and it amused him.

'Don't you go all patronizing on me. I'm sure as hell you can handle my swearing. Plus I think I've been rather nice so far and have reigned in my temper but I've had enough. Let me go now or…' she started to say but he stopped her by closing his hand on her throat, pressing just hard enough to scare her but not enough to hurt her.

'Or you'll what? I think I've made it clear that you are not to threaten me at any time or I might be tempted to dispose of you. No one would bat a lash if I did, Sookie.' He growled. She noticed that he'd used her first name for the first time and she did not like it.

'It's Miss Stackhouse for you.' She snaped. He chuckled darkly and brought his mouth down on her neck. She immediately tensed and whimpered.

'Shhhh…' He said, trying to soothe her. 'I do not wish to hurt you, simply to taste you.'

'Oh that's reassuring…' She muttered sarcastically as he let go of her throat, kissing her neck softly. However angry she was, he was intent on seducing her and she gasped when his tongue made contact with the delicate skin of her neck, right below her earlobe.

'What are you doing?' she gasped, her breathing erratic. She'd never had a man so close to her, doing something so bizarrely exciting. Bizarrely because she hated him and despised the way he was acting with her, but apparently her hormones didn't care one bit about how much she might dislike the man.

The man could work those lips of his, she thought as he sucked gently on the skin right below her jaw. He didn't bother to answer her question as to what exactly he was doing and instead, he wrapped on hand at the nape of her neck, tunneling his fingers through her hair as his other hand slid to her waist and held her there, pressed firmly between the wall and his narrow hips. His mouth became more and more insistent and she started drumming her fists on his back, which caused him to actually laugh, the reverberation traveling through his chest and all the way through the light blue shirt. She moaned aloud when he gently bit the skin with blunt teeth, his fangs still at bay. Eric was having a lot of fun right now, teasing that sumptuous little virgin. Through the shirt, he could feel her nipples becoming tight little peaks as he gently rolled his tongue on her skin. She tasted sweet with a slightly salty aftertaste he was becoming intoxicated with. A unique taste – hers. He could feel his bloodlust rising, igniting his arousal, which caused him to press his pelvis firmly on hers. He pulled his face back and smirked a lazy smile. She gazed at him with heavy lids, her lips parted as her breathing accelerated. His fangs popped out, causing him to wrinkle his nose in the sexiest manner. Sookie's eyes widened.

'Please don't.' she murmured, eyeing the pearly white fangs fearfully.

'It won't hurt if you relax.' He hissed in her ear before returning to her neck. He kissed her some more, rolling his tongue on her skin before he actually bit down. She tensed a little bit right before his fangs sank in which caused her to whimper aloud. But Eric wasn't about to stop. The moment her blood hit his tongue and palate, he knew he was done for with any human that wasn't her. She tasted too fucking delicious. It was as if he'd spent a thousand years waiting to taste something like her. She had to be something more than human. Sookie tried to hit him but he was latched on her neck strongly. As he indulged in her flavor, he remembered she might actually be hurting so he started licking the wound slowly and lazily as he drank more of her delicious nectar. Sliding his free hand up from her hip, he cupped her breast roughly, sliding the pad of his thumb on her puckered nipple. She gasped aloud.

'Let go of me.' She muttered, her body becoming limper and limper in his hold. Yet he drank on. She tasted so good it was almost sinful. The drumming of her fists on his back slowed and she eventually let her arms fall to her side, limp and seemingly lifeless. He was taking too much from her and he realized it. Pulling back, a few droplets of her blood at the corner of his mouth, he gazed at her face. She was pale and was fighting to keep her eyes open.

'Damn it.' He swore under his breath. He could hear her heartbeat and it was now the slowest flutter compared to how fast it had beat just a few minutes before. He really had taken too much. Putting his mouth on the wound, he lapped it closed and gazed back at her. Her lids were fluttering lazily and her lips were parted on a silent plea.

Eric hesitated just one second. She would die from blood loss if he didn't do something immediately and by the time he'd get Pam here, it might be too late. How could he have taken so much? He felt childish and stupid for not stopping earlier. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard her heartbeat fluttering slower and slower, hell, he'd been intoxicated by the sound of it. Sookie watched him, feeling incredibly lightheaded as he brought his wrist to his mouth, much like Bill had done when the Rattrays had beaten her. The crunching sound of his fangs through his skin caught her attention as she'd been letting her lids close. She felt so tired.

'Drink. I'm sorry I lost control. Drink now.' He murmured, spinning her around so that her back was to his, his wrist pressed on her pale lips. Sookie thought about the side effects of the blood but her survival instincts kicked in and she latched onto the bleeding wound. When his blood hit her tongue, she thought at first she was going to gag, but the taste was… divine. There was no other way to describe that thousand year old blood that flowed down her throat, it's warmth and strength and sugary taste causing her to grasp his wrist for more. She heard him grunt in her ear as he guided her hips against his pelvis. She almost gasped in surprise when she felt his length on her lower back, hard as a rock as he rubbed himself on her. Apparently, her drinking his blood was turning him on. Served him just right, she thought bitterly as she bit on his wrist for more. He tasted way too good to let go just yet. She could feel her arms becoming stronger by the second. He stammered backwards to the bed and sat on it, sitting her on his lap as he continued feeding her the blood. Suddenly, the wound closed itself and Sookie, lost to the taste, whimpered aloud. Eric was now panting loudly in her ear, holding her hips firmly against his as he pressed himself harder and faster on her. The man was literally dry humping with her and that combined with her new strength was enough to pull Sookie out of the trance his blood had plunged her in. She slipped out of his hold and stepped back gingerly, glaring at him as she wiped her chin clean of his blood. He remained on the bed, his hands almost clawing straight through the mattress as he held on the side of it to refrain from jumping on her to finish what he'd started. She could see in the satin material of his boxers just how much he painfully needed to finish.

'You almost killed me you brute.' She finally said, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Her hand instinctively went for the wound on her neck but all she could feel were two tiny puncture marks. Looking up at his face, Sookie felt herself blush deeply. She had just been the object of some sick twisted fantasy of his and she couldn't deny she'd almost enjoyed it. Pressing her thighs firmly together, she glared at him. His gaze was almost too piercing for her and she was about to avert her eyes but she realized she couldn't. She felt a wave of feral lust wash over her and she closed her lids her hands clenching into fists.

'What have you done to me?' she asked, her voice quavering.

'What have you done to me?' he hissed back. 'What are you? In a thousand years I've never lost control like I just did.' He growled, holding back once more from jumping on her to rip that silly shirt she insisted on wearing to ravish her till he quenched his thirst of her. Except he did not simply want her blood. He wanted the whole damned package. He wanted to submit her to his desire, that little feisty blonde who was doing her best to resist him. No women ever resisted him for long and he knew that sooner or later, she'd join the ranks of the women he'd subjected. But for now, he was infuriated at himself for losing control and at her for not telling him what on earth she might be that would cause him to almost drain her.

'I'm a waitress.' She replied meekly. She could feel her skin covered in a thin sheet of sweat as she tried to clear her mind of the lust she felt for him. He was so damn perfect and he was almost naked. It was unbearable. If that was what a skyrocketing libido meant, Sookie wasn't too sure she understood why the V addicts liked the drug so much. She felt dirty for wanting to jump the man so bad, for wanting him to do the most depraving things to her. Her brain was flooded with the nastiest images of her crawling on hands and knees to beg him to take her, of him biting her as he rammed into her.

They remained in silence for a while and she turned her head to stare at the wall, trying to reign in her erratic breathing and fluttering heartbeat. She could hear him panting a few feet from her and that caused another pang of carnal lust to whip its way all through her lower stomach. She pressed her fist to her mouth to drown out the moan that was threatening to escape.

'I'm sorry I lost control. You just taste incredible.' She finally heard him say. She turned away from him and tried to walk to the bathroom but stumbled on uncertain legs. She wasn't sure if it was so much from that wanton lust coursing her veins or simply because she was stunned by how much she wanted him. Needed him. She felt disgusted to her very marrow for entertaining such thoughts about him. He was with her in a second, holding her up.

'Don't touch me.' She murmured, yanking her arm free from his hold. He gazed at her, his eyes unreadable. She glared at him once more and slammed the bathroom door in his face. She then locked it, even though she knew the lock wouldn't keep him back if he wanted to hurt her.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom a good half hour later, Eric was sitting on the bed, fully dressed and waiting for her. Sookie cursed in her head when she realized he'd be the only one able to help her zip up the infuriatingly sexy dress he'd picked for her. She hadn't seen her own flower printed dress anywhere and had slipped with reluctance in the scarlet number he'd left in the bathroom with dark lace underwear and a matching bra. The shower had helped her calm down and apparently, he was quite calm himself. In fact, he looked every bit as stoic as he had the previous evening and she realized he must have showered too when she noticed his hair was damp.

'I'd rather wear my own dress if you don't mind.' She said as an opening line, holding the front of the scarlet dress in place as she stomped her foot. Taking in the image of her, with her blow-dried hair and rosy cheeks, he grinned.

'I'd much rather you wear this one. Red is definitely your color.' He commented, eyeing her up and down.

'Like I give a shit. Why do you need me dressed up anyways? It's not like I'm going anywhere now is it…' Sookie snarled.

'Actually, we're going to New Orleans so I kind of do need you all dolled-up.' Eric replied, remaining seated on the desk.

'Excuse me? I'm not leaving…'

'Just for the night.' Eric added.

'Look, my Gran is probably dead with worry…' Sookie pleaded, still clutching the top of the dress as it hung limply in her back, unzipped all the way down to her waist.

'I had Pam pay her a visit. She glamoured her into thinking you were away visiting some relative of yours.'

'You what?' Sookie almost barked.

'She's fine and she won't worry.' Eric replied, pragmatic. Sookie was downright furious but then again what could she do?

'What relative of mine would I be visiting anyways? I don't have any relatives left.' Sookie finally replied.

'Don't you have a cousin? Hadley?' Eric asked, cocking his eyebrow.

'Hadley? We haven't heard of her since she ran away from rehab! How on earth would I know where to find her? And how do you even know about her?' Sookie replied, sighing. She felt so lost right now. This devious man was always a step ahead and she was starting to fear she'd never get away from him.

'I had someone make a background check on you. Apparently, your cousin was last seen in New Orleans a few months ago. So Pam was not technically lying when she told your Gran – whom she said looked quite kick-ass for an elderly person – that you were going to visit your cousin.'

'Do you have an answer to everything?'

'I'm Eric Northman, Miss Stackhouse. That's what I do and how I survived the last thousand years.' Eric replied, smugly.

'Hopefully you won't live the next thousand too.' Sookie muttered. 'Why are we even going to New Orleans? And what do you know about my cousin Hadley?'

'We're going to New Orleans because that is where the Queen resides. As for your cousin Hadley, last I heard she was fine. Actually, now that I think about it, I believe you might see her tonight.' He added, standing up and casually brushing the invisible wrinkles in his dark grey suit pants. The dark grey pants were paired with a black shirt and a dark grey jacket. He wasn't wearing a tie and the first three buttons of his black shirt were open, exposing just a hint of that perfectly sculpted chest of his. Sookie looked up to his face and frowned.

'What do you mean see her tonight? She's with the Queen?' She asked, incredulously.

'I believe she's her human. Her favorite human.' What Eric did not mention was that he'd only just recently made the proper links in his mind that the busty blonde Hadley whom he'd met on numerous occasions visiting with Sophie-Anne was that same busty blonde Hadley Hale who had escaped from rehab a year ago, that same Hadley who was none other than Sookie Stackhouse's cousin.

'Hadley? With a vampire Queen? You must be mistaken…' Sookie stammered. And what else? Was Jason secretly a CIA undercover agent – unlikely considering his lack of brain cells - and her Gran the tooth fairy?

'We shall leave as soon as you're ready. It is quite a drive to New Orleans if we want to be back before daybreak.' Eric said, approaching her. 'Let me help you with this.' He said, gesturing for her to turn around so he could zip her up. Sookie sighed and turned her back towards him, waiting for him to zip the infuriatingly tight dress. She was almost used now to this stranger invading her privacy so she wasn't as shocked at his hands lingering on her back a bit too long for it to be deemed normal or proper.

'What it is?' She snapped, annoyed by the fact he wasn't even zipping the dress up at all. Eric's cold fingers brushed slightly over that area she'd felt tender earlier whilst showering, no doubt a side effect of him bumping her mercilessly against the wall during his ministrations earlier.

'You're bruised.' He simply commented.

'Well you weren't exactly a big softy now were you. I don't heal magically, unlike you.' She snapped back, glaring at him over her shoulder. He was so close she swiftly turned her head around, unable to hold his piercing gaze.

'They will go away much faster now that you've had my blood, but I am sorry nonetheless for hurting you.' He said, zipping the dress up carefully. He was done and she was about to step away when he did something completely unexpected: bending down, he fanned her hair on her left shoulder and he pressed a light kiss at the nape of her neck, causing her gasp loudly. Sookie was about to protest but in a second, he was by her side, his face serious as he offered her his arm.

'Shall we go now? The Queen might not be expecting us, but I'd still like to make a good impression by not showing up in the middle of the night.' Eric said.

'I can walk by myself, thank you very much.' Sookie said, frowning as he chuckled softly.

'Right. Do you wish to go barefoot?' he replied.

'Where are my shoes?' She asked, looking around for her red peep toes for the previous night, the previous night, which now felt like ages ago. The color would certainly clash with the somewhat darker and pinker red of the dress but she'd have to do with. Eric was in front of her in a breath and holding a black shoebox, which he opened, showing her a pair of glossy patent leather black heels, the kind she'd only seen before in magazines. Sookie glanced at them and noticed with a pang of annoyance they were her size, so she did not exactly have any excuse to refuse wearing them.

'They're your size.' Eric said, gazing at her thoughtfully. Sookie glared at him. Grabbing the shoes, she slipped them on and realized just how high they were. Taking a hesitant step, her left heel got caught in the thick carpet she stumbled landing straight in Eric's arms.

'Careful.' He said, not trying too hard to hide his grin. Sookie shook her elbow out of his hold and glared at him some more.

'Why are they so darn high? Don't you have anything I might be able to walk in, Mr Northman? Or is it to make sure I don't outrun you on our way out?' She said, crossing her arms under her chest, unaware of how much that put her breasts on display.

'It's Eric. And you better not forget it tonight. The Queen would find it rather unnerving for my human to call me Mr Northman, though you may refer to me as Master anytime you like.' He said.

'Your human? Is this some sort of sick joke?'

'This sick joke as you refer to it will allow you to go back to your precious house in Bon Temps and live happily ever after, Miss Stackhouse, assuming you are willing to play along for some time.' Eric replied, looming down at her. Even perched on four inches of patent leather, she still was a good head shorter than him.

'You'll let me go home?' She asked, surprised.

'If you do as I say, yes. That doesn't mean I am done with you, however, Miss Stackhouse.' Eric replied, annoyed by how happy she seemed to be about leaving him soon. Sookie ignored the last part of his comment as she thought about how she'd set the police after him the moment she'd be safely home.

'Perhaps you should call me Sookie if I'm to be your human, whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean.' Sookie conceded, sighing. Better play along if she wanted to get her keys to freedom.

'Cursing doesn't become you.' Eric said, his face dangerously close to hers.

'I beg your pardon, Eric.' Sookie retorted, offering him a sarcastic smile.

'Come now.' He said, taking her elbow to guide her out of the room. This time, Sookie didn't shrug him off and allowed him to guide her towards the top floor as he'd left most of the lights off. His hold was strong and firm on her arm but not hurtful. In fact, from where there skin was touching, Sookie could practically feel heat radiating off hers. They were in the garage in no time and Sookie looked around her in surprise. There were half a dozen sports and luxury cars parked in the huge garage she hadn't noticed the previous night and she couldn't help but think about how much Jason would have loved to inspect every single one of them. Eric picked a dark red Corvette, apparently his favorite since it was so close to the door and seemed like it'd been recently used. Opening the passenger door, he allowed Sookie to sit before he sped over to his side, joining her in the luxurious interior.

'Such a discreet ride. Why am I not surprised…' Sookie commented as Eric put the keys in the ignition and the car purred to life.

Eric simply chuckled and they zoomed out of the garage and onto the road. Sookie gazed at the road at first, trying to memorize everysingle little detail she could. She noted the address and street name in her mind so that she might relay it to Andy Bellefleur once she'd be safely back home. The first part of the ride was rather silent. Every now and then, Eric would turn to her and study her instead of looking at the road even though he was driving way over the speed limit. It's only when they hit the highway that Sookie started getting worried.

'Is this your personal remake of Deathproof?' She asked him, holding on for dear life to the overhead handle. Glancing with franctic eyes at the cars that Eric zigzagged between, she couldn't help but imagine herself squashed in the windshield in a very gory manner. What the hell was wrong with him?

'Deathproof?' Eric chuckled. 'You mean that movie about that crazy driver?'

'Why are you driving so fast? Unless you hadn't noticed yet, I'm not a fucking vamp. I'll die if we crash!' Sookie snapped, closing her eyes as he swiveled the car in a particularly steep curve of the road.

'I've been driving since the car was invented, Sookie and I never crashed. Have a little faith in me.' He said, winking at her as she shot her eyes open, bracing herself as he side passed a red truck.

'Faith in you? It's like asking me to trust Hannibal Lecter.' She retorted icily. That made Eric chuckle some more.

'What's with all the pop culture references… ' he said, mildly amused. 'And just so you know, I only drink blood.'

'Oh trust me I know…' She retorted, unconsciously sliding the pad of her fingers on the now invisible bite marks on her neck. 'Why are you doing all this? Why me? What did I ever do to you, I'd like to know.'

Eric sighed.

'As we have a pretty long road ahead of us, I guess I can give you the long version now that you've calmed down and aren't about to burn me with some silver.' He said, eyeing her out the corner of his eyes.

'I won't. I'm sorry if I hurt you before but I was scared.' Sookie muttered.

'And I understand that perfectly. And I am equally sorry for earlier tonight. It won't happen ever again.' Eric said, somberly. 'I've never lost control, even as a newborn vampire, I was always quite… in control. But your taste, your flavor… it's intoxicating.' He explained, annoyed by how diminished his explanation was when put into words.

'Do I taste so different from other humans?' She asked, curious.

'You taste nothing like the average human. I bet your telepathy is to be blamed for that. Or praised.' He said, closing his eyes briefly as he remembered her taste on his tongue. Just smelling her so close in the interior of the car was almost too much to bear.

'Huh, great, so I'm basically a freak through and through.' She sighed, craning her neck as she leaned her head back on the headrest. She unconsciously was exposing a great deal of throat and, almost feeling his gaze on the expanse of her throat, she rolled her eyes, annoyed.

'Will you quit looking at me like I'm an all-you-can-eat buffet? You almost ate the whole thing earlier, surely you're not hungry again?' She drawled. Somehow, the whole situation had given her a very wicked sense of humor and he couldn't help the grin that stretched his lips.

'I wouldn't mind seconds, if that's what you're implying. But I won't take anymore from you for now. As for your comment about you being a freak, I'd just say this: humans are the freaks if they treat you as their inferior simply because you are different. They don't matter, they're worthless compared to you.' He added, frowning slightly as he eyed the road.

'Right. Because I'm worth so much, huh. What are you planning to do? Sell me like your average white female? I hear they do that someplace.' Sookie said, drumming her fingers on the dashboard.

'I'd never sell you. A statement I can't extend to Sophie-Anne Leclerq, the Queen of Louisianna, whom we're going to see tonight. As I tried to explain last night, Bill Compton was sent to Bon Temps to acquire your trust, I believe, in order to gain you for his Queen's benefit.'

'In English please?'

'William Compton has been working for the Queen of Louisiana for over forty years as her official procurer. What this means is that, when the Queen of Louisiana is bored and desires a new pet – which is a human, as most vampires do not consider humans as anything but an object of sustenance and sexual amusement – Bill Compton's job is to find her one. Apparently, she heard of you somehow and your telepathy intrigued her. Does your cousin Hadley know about your… talents?' Eric asked. Sookie's lips parted on an answer but she shut them before finally speaking.

'Am I supposed to understand my cousin might have told the Queen about me which is why I'm in this mess to begin with?' She finally asked, nervously playing with her hair.

'You're catching up.' Eric taunted, even though he wasn't quite as amused as he led her to believe.

'So Hadley blabbered to the Queen and the Queen sent Bill to retrieve me? How on earth did they ever imagine this was going to work?' Sookie finally said after a long silence.

'Miss Stackhouse…'

'Sookie, remember? I'm your devoted little pet.' Sookie replied, her voice not exactly devoid of mischief.

'Sookie, the world of Vampires is a lot more complex than what the AVL is currently discussing with your government. We have existed for thousands of years; surely you wouldn't expect us to have done so without a government of our own, a hierarchy, and rules.'

'Right. Hence the Queen and Sheriff bullshit.'

'Hence the Queen and Sheriff bullshit indeed.' Eric surprisingly agreed. Even though he held a position of great power, he couldn't disagree with her about the sometimes-futile designs of it all. 'There are Kings and Queens for every single state of the US, as well as for every substantially big territory that might be inhabited by vampires in the world. Since the United States and a few other countries such as Canada, Japan and Northern Europe, have been the most acceptant of our existence, lots of vampires have relocated. And because the population is quite significant, the states are divided into Areas. I'm Sheriff of Area 5 of Louisiana, whose Queen has been, for the last fifty years at least, Sophie-Anne Leclerq. She's capricious and not such a good leader in my opinion but she's been elected Queen and therefore I must obey her in most casualties.'

'What's to stop her from taking me from you? Isn't there some sort of law that allows her to do that?'

'I'm over twice her age and could kill her and take her position any time I wish to. That would of course be seen as treason, but most likely, the Authority would rule in my favor as I was offered the title many times in the last hundreds of years.' Eric casually said. Sookie's eyes widened slightly.

'Why haven't you become King if you could? You sure fit the part with your stupid throne…' Sookie snickered. For some reason, she was becoming increasingly at ease in his company, even though they'd had that pretty troubling scene earlier in the evening. He had acted since then every bit the gentleman he claimed himself to be and she couldn't help but feel somewhat more lenient towards him and his bizarre stories. For some reason she couldn't explain herself, she was starting to trust that man who could have killed her a good dozen times since he'd abducted her, but had instead profusely apologized for hurting her.

'Because I didn't want to. Politics are complicated amongst vampires and we happen to be such a treacherous race, not unlike humans, mind you, that I preferred to remain Sheriff and live at peace. Of course that was until you just popped into my bar and decided to disrupt said peace.' Eric chastised. Sookie's eyes narrowed and she noticed for the first time that there wasn't any music playing.

'I did not disrupt the peace of your life, you mongrel. I was simply trying to clear my brother who now, thanks to you, is probably already sitting in a cell back in Bon Temps.' Sookie replied.

'No he's not. Pam said he was actually having a beer with a certain Hoyt – whatever the hell that name is supposed to mean – at your work place. Apparently, Pam was quite convincing when she provided your brother an alibi. In other words, she glamoured the Sheriff into releasing him. She'd currently playing Nancy Drew herself in your little town to find the idiot who's taking down women.'

'She is? Why?' Sookie asked, relieved that her brother was safe from harm for now.

'Because I don't like people getting the wrong idea about vampires, and apparently, that sick bastard is after women who associate with vampires or are known to have done so in the past. You do the math.'

'Will she find him you think?'

'For now, I think it might be quite complicated for her to do so as the crime scenes have been polluted with dozens of scents which will cover the killer's but she's on the lookout.'

'What will she do if she finds him?'

'We shall see. Now back to our little tale. Queen Sophie-Anne is quite the capricious little redhead and she's gotten in her mind to acquire fun pets so, and that's only a theory, when your cousin Hadley blabbered about you, that piqued Sophie-Anne's interest and she set out her best man, in this case, Compton, to seduce you and gain your trust in her name.'

'That's just twisted! How did they think they'd get away with it? Kidnapping me or something…' Sookie said, thinking the situation applied to him as well.

'We do not really care about human authority as we can manipulate it quite easily, just as Pam demonstrated it with your brother's release. Sophie-Anne doesn't give a shit that Compton taking you all the way to New Orleans is kidnapping. She doesn't care if you want to be hers or not.'

'What makes it okay if you do the same then?' Sookie shot at him. Eric turned to look at her and was struck once more by her intoxicating scent. She was truly beautiful when she wasn't pouting and he found it quite surprising that not a single man had been able to overcome her peculiarity to make her, his.

'As I said before, I do not intend to keep you forever and I will release you. I just want to make sure my claim over you is irrefutable before I do so.'

'Your claim on me?' Sookie said watching his hands gripping the steering wheel. The man might have been a crazy psycho but he sure had nice hands. And nice arms and a delicious looking chest. And his lips looked quite fun to kiss to. As for his eyes, they were simply mesmerizing. Shaking herself out of it, she raised her eyebrows, waiting for his answer.

'Sophie-Anne intends to claim you, I am sure of it. But she won't be able to do that if I claim you first, which is what I will do in front of her. I will declare you mine so that she cannot take you away from your life in your town. We have rules in our universe and the claiming of humans is one of the most respected one. A claimed human is protected from any other vampire claiming them.'

'Meaning?'

'If you say in front of Sophie-Anne that you are mine and I say that you are mine as well, she won't be able to do anything to you under severe penalties. As a Queen she cannot be seen overlooking the laws of our world and I doubt she'd risk her title for a pet, however enticing and… delicious looking that pet may be.' Eric said, his voice dropping an octave on the last words. Somehow, his words made Sookie tingle in all the wrong places and she blushed, fully aware that he would probably know how she was feeling right now.

'So I just have to say I'm yours and then we're good and I can go back home?'

'Basically, yes. Of course I will require your presence at Fangtasia from time to time to use your services as my personal telepath, but you'll be informed in advance and paid for your services. Also, I might visit sometimes…' Eric said.

'You know if you'd been a gentleman and asked me kindly, I might have done it willingly. Why did you have to go all Medieval on me and kidnap me and…starve me?' Sookie said, her stomach grumbling loudly. Eric realized just then she hadn't eaten in quite a long time now and he frowned.

'I'd forgotten you humans ate so often. I haven't had a human with me in centuries…'

'Yeah, well I'm kind of starving here. I haven't eaten all day…' Sookie muttered.

'Why didn't you say so before? I would have taken care of your need.' Eric retorted. In a manner that was apparently typically his, he made even this simple phrase sound completely obscene and Sookie blushed all shades of red once more, causing him to bite his lower lip in an even more obscene manner. Sookie closed her eyes and sighed.

'We'll stop at the next station and we'll buy you something to eat, is that alright?' Eric offered, not oblivious to the effect he was having on his protégée.

'Yeah, sure.' She said, softly, keeping her eyes closed.

'Are you quite alright?' He asked, a slight grin on his lips. He knew exactly how she was feeling right now as he'd had quite a lot of her blood, and he was finding it amusing as hell to tease her about it.

'I guess.'

'You seem… disturbed. Have I said or done something to displease you?' he asked, his hand slipping off the gearshift to rest on her thigh in a mostly gentlemanly manner. Sookie's eyes opened and she stared at his hand before looking up at him. Smacking his hand off her thigh, she scoffed.

'Why do you need to go all…nasty on me? You keep saying you're doing this to help me and then you go and grab my thigh like your regular backwater pervert.' She said, crossing her arms stubbornly on her chest.

'Please excuse my hands, then, Miss Stackhouse. They have a bad habit of wandering on beautiful women's thighs when they can reach them.' Eric said, a grin on his face. His grin must have been contagious or Sookie was going down with a fever as she couldn't help but grin back. At least those were the two only explanations she could come up with to explain this irrepressible need to giggle she had.

'You are so full of shit!' she exclaimed, laughing louder as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

'And you are most delicious when you laugh.' He retorted, his eyes bright as he studied her. Sookie reminded herself he was the evil kidnapper and her, the poor victim and she tried to compose her face into a serious pout.

'What's in it for you?' She suddenly asked, gazing at the road that whizzed by. She'd given up on asking him to drive slower as he seemed to be extremely in control even though he drove like a maniac. A controlled annoyingly handsome, incredibly flirty and definitely charming maniac. She was definitely going down with a fever, she thought.

'What do you mean?' he asked, studying her profile as she nervously fidgeted with her hands.

'Why are you not making me your pet the way that Queen would?'

'Because, as I have said before, I don't like caged birds.'

'Unless you pick the cages…' she replied.

'I do not wish to take your freedom away from you. Simply to use your talents when I see fit. And maybe enjoy your company once in a while.' He added.

'You mean roll in the hay with me like you would your regular fangbanger? You can dream on, buddy.' Sookie retorted.

Eric chuckled.

'You are so feisty. Let me make a bet with you, here and now.' He said.

'Sure. What are we betting on?'

'I bet you… this car, that within a month I'll have seduced you and you will beg to be mine. In. Every. Way.' He said, gazing at her through heavy lidded eyes. Her breath hitched in her throat for a second but she recovered fast.

'Well you might as well say goodbye to that sweet ride because that won't be happening, buddy.' She snorted. 'I think I'll really enjoy driving this. Or I might sell it and buy something less… flashy.' She added, wrinkling her nose at the last word.

'We shall see, Miss Stackhouse.'

'Sookie.' She gently corrected him. The car was slowing down and Sookie noticed they were approaching a little road stop where there was a gas station and a dinner.

'Will this do?' he asked, cocking his head to the side as he observed her and then the little dinner. Sookie's stomach grumbled again and she blushed.

'Sure.' She muttered, slipping out of the car. Remembering the crazy heels she's been wearing, she simply slipped them off and left them in the car as they were parked right next to the door and she couldn't exactly walk in them. Hopefully the waitress would be more occupied at gaping at Eric then at watching Sookie's bare feet. Eric watched her tip toe towards the door of the cheap dinner and he followed her, gazing at her bare feet with a tiny grin.

They were seated in no time in a cheap vinyl booth near the door and luckily for Sookie, the waitress hadn't even noticed her bare feet as she'd been to occupied undressing Eric. The dinner was almost empty at this time of the night – it was nearing 10pm – and the road stop was pretty much abandoned most of the time.

Sookie ordered quickly under Eric's gaze and she realized just then she had no money to pay.

'I'll… I'll repay you when we get back to your place, I guess. I must have some cash in my purse…' She stammered, gazing at him. He was sitting across from her in the booth, his tall and strong elegant frame looking quite out of place in the greenish neon lighting and tacky red vinyl of the little cheap dinner.

'Don't worry about it. Consider it part of your payment as my… telepath.' He replied, leaning back in the booth. Doing so, he stretched his legs, brushing his pant leg against Sookie's bare calf and she shuddered. Curling her bare feet under her booth, she played with the peppershaker as she waited patiently for the waitress to return with her chocolate. Once the waitress returned with the tall frosty glass, Sookie gave her a feeble smile as she registered the woman's thoughts.

Nasty blonde bimbo, probably thinks she's hot shit for getting herself a man like that. And that dress, way too classy for backwater trash like her. Wish I could afford one like that and show Ted how good an actress I'd make…wonder if she's a natural blonde… He's such a morsel, so tall and perfect, maybe he's a vamp, he looks like one. I wish he'd bite me and take me to LA, that's where I belong…

'What's she thinking about?' Eric suddenly said, studying Sookie's face as she drank from her milkshake, her gaze lingering on the waitress' back.

'The same boring shit I always get. She thinks you're a vampire and she wished you'd take her to LA or something like that cause she thinks she'd hot shit you know. And she hates my guts for sitting at the same table as you. And she thinks I'm backwater trash and a fake blonde.' Sookie replied, her gaze steady on his as she drank the milkshake. The dinner might not have been classy, but they sure made good shakes and it helped quiet her grumbling stomach.

'Are you?' Eric teased, even though he could tell.

'Yes, I am. Not that it's relevant in any way…' She replied, playing with her straw. 'Are you?'

'Yes.' He said. 'All the way down.' He added, with a wink. Sookie almost choked on her milkshake but she quickly recovered and averted her eyes from him.

'You are such a perv.' She muttered.

'And you love it.' Eric said. 'Is that any good?' he asked her, nodding at her drink.

'I guess it's not bad. I'm so hungry I'd probably eat anything.' Sookie replied.

'Anything?' Eric asked, raising one eyebrow in the most suggestive and annoyingly sexy way. Sookie's gaze narrowed.

'Yes, definitely a perv.'

'Your food's coming.'

'Are you just going to watch me eat?' Sookie asked as the waitress dropped the plate in front of her unceremoniously, bending quite unnecessarily so as to prop her cleavage almost in Eric's face as she did so. Eric gazed at her and winked before gesturing for her to go.

Oh my Lord, he just winked at me. Damn I know this bra would do wonders. Maybe he'll leave me his number… hopefully the blonde bimbo gets fat from eating all that junk…

'There's not much more for me to do now is there…'

'You could give her your number, she wishes desperately for it.' Sookie said, pointing discreetly at the waitress with her fork as she picked a fry and dipped it into mayonnaise before chewing on it slowly.

'She must really dislike you if she's so desperate.'

'She just wished I'd get fat from eating all this junk.' Sookie said, amused more than insulted.

'It must be hell to always hear what they're thinking… As far as I'm concerned most humans are pathetic in their acts. I dare not imagine their thoughts…' Eric said, observing her lips as she sipped on her milkshake. Her food smelled somewhat repulsive to him, but she was so hungry he felt like it was just fair he'd endure the smell.

'I tried to ignore it as best as I can. You see most people think it would be a blessing to be able to know what everybody thinks. I see it more as a curse. There are so many things I wish I didn't know, so many horrible things, so many nasty secrets… And the things people think about me, the number of times I've had people say something to my face whilst thinking the exact opposite… It can be overwhelming at times but I've learned to cope with it.' She replied, truthfully. She didn't know why she didn't mind telling him all this, but she felt sort of at ease with him.

'You are very courageous to endure it.' Eric replied, honestly. The rest of her meal was silent and soon they were back in the car, on the road to New Orleans.

'How far are we?' she asked, bored by the silence in the car.

'One more hour or so and we'll be there. It does take a lot less time flying, but that's when I fly solo.' He replied, smirking at her.

'Do you think she'll make a scene or something?' Sookie suddenly asked, nervously playing with her golden locks.

'I don't think she'd dare, but you'll have to follow my lead.'

'What do you mean?'

'I might have to touch you in a certain manner to show her we're close. You'd need to play the part as well, staying close to me and telling her you're mine. Let me do the talking and we should be good.' Eric said.

'Fine.' Sookie said. 'If that's what it takes for me to go home free, than I'll do it.'

The rest of the ride was quite silent, punctuated only by Sookie's curious questions about Eric's musical choice. He'd turned on the stereo when they'd left the dinner and they'd been listening to some foreign music for a while before Sookie asked him what the song was about.

'It's old Swede. Poems from my younger days.' He informed her casually. They finally reached the outskirts of New Orleans and then the old French Quarter where the Queen's palace was located. Sookie looked at everything with amazement as she'd only been once to New Orleans and hadn't really visited. When they reached the Queen's palace, Sookie nervousness became almost palpable.

'Are you alright?' Eric asked her as he parked the car in one of the Queen's reserved spots on the street outside the walls of the property.

'Will everything go smoothly? I really don't want anymore trouble…' Sookie said, averting her gaze from his. Taking her chin softly in his palm, Eric turned her face to his. Sookie almost pulled out of his hold but he was gentle.

'I won't let anything bad happen to you. You can trust me. I know it might not mean much to you seeing as you're here against your will, but it's for your own good.' Eric said, reassuringly.

Sookie simply nodded and she slipped on the patent leather heels before sliding out of the car, accepting Eric's hand this time as he helped her onto the sidewalk. Taking her arm, he lead her through the gates of the palace which were guarded by two tall scary looking vampires whom both nodded respectfully at Eric, not even paying attention to Sookie.

'Do they know you?' Sookie asked curiously, gazing at the marble stones that lead to a brightly lit pool house surrounded by ponds and tons of flowers.

'They know who I am and not to mess with me.' Eric simply responded. Suddenly, as they neared the gates of the pool house, which were guarded by another pair of tall vampires dressed in classy suits, Eric smirked dangerously. Sookie who had been looking at him at that moment tensed.

'What is it?' she murmured.

'We have company.' He simply said, a slight smirk on his face. 'Someone of your acquaintance, I believe. Though I don't believe you'll like him as much once you see I was right about his intentions.'

'Bill's here?' Sookie whispered, disbelievingly.

'I guess he must have been worried by your little disappearing act…' Eric retorted. 'Now hush and play along.' He added, taking her hand in his. Sookie gazed at their surroundings. They were in the lobby of a brightly lit building with elaborate seashell designs everywhere. The floor was marble and the patent leather heels clapped loudly on the floor, the noise reverberating on the marble columns. But Sookie's thoughts were soon distracted from the beauty of her surroundings when she heard the crystalline voice of a woman, chatting loudly in the main room.

'Your Sheriff is here, William. I wonder what his visit can be about…'

The doors suddenly opened and Sookie's breath caught in her throat. Sitting on a boudoir styled creamy loveseat was a beautiful redhead dressed in a Golden-era Hollywood fashion. Next to her seat, looking sulky and bored was one William Compton who's face betrayed his surprise in the most delicious way the moment Sookie and Eric entered. And by the Queen's feet, wearing a skimpy bathing suit, sat a very healthy looking Hadley, her feet bathing in the water. Sookie's gaze went from Hadley's more than surprised face to Bill's deep frown and finally rested on the redhead's face. Standing at vampire speed, the redhead gazed at William and then at Eric.

'What does this mean? What do I owe you this visit for, Mr Northman?' Sophie-Anne said, not completely oblivious to the fact both William and Hadley knew who the girl with her Sheriff was.

'Your Majesty, please let me present you my new pet human, Miss Sookie Stackhouse…' Eric said, bowing his head slightly, a devious smile on his face.

P.S.S. HAHA just picture Billshitfaced Compton and Sophie-Anne and Hadley when Eric says that. Really makes me laugh all alone in my basement hahahaha right, I'm probably going nuts from going to bed at four every morning for the last week hahaha

and just so you know, there are precisely 159 days, 17 hours, 29 minutes, 27 seconds,
until Sunday, June 12, 2011 at 9:00:00 PM at the moment I'm typing this. Hopefully, Eric shall be naked A LOT :)

xoxo