Authors Notes: Okay all a couple of things. I couldn't hold back this chapter. It is really short, but it is a really big moment. So, ya'll get a chapter a little early. Just for this story though and not for my other story Shadows of Doubt, (go check it out if you haven't already). My Editor Catie thought that it was important for ya'll to get this chapter early, so ya'll should send Catie love for persuading me to give it to ya.

I am going to be stight with ya'll and tell ya that I am not sure when I am going to be releasing the next chapter for both of my stories. Send me some good ju ju people because my brain is blocked. It isn't that I don't know what is going to happen it is that I am having issues writing it.

Also I am going to have a bit of a fan girl moment here so please excuse me. TRUE BLOOD STARTS IN SIX COUNT THEM SIX DAYS YAYYYYYY! Ahem, sorry. Whew glad that is over with.

As always thanks to everyone who took the time to review my story, your kind words always mean a lot to me and I always love hearing what any of you have to say. Be it good, bad, or indifferent. Oh and just a little p.s. here don't kill me for the way this chapter ends. *laughs evilly*

Tons of love from the west coast,

Lilli

Chapter 13

"Werewolf, what fucking werewolf Sookie?" Eric growls next to me.

I look over at him, ready to enlighten my husband and our family when I hear the vamps breaking down the door of the plane. I lower my voice as much as possible, and allow my voice to become barely a whisper of sound. I know it is low enough that they can hear me, but our would be captors wouldn't be able to. "Listen the space is small guys; they won't be able to rush us. They may have far superior numbers, but it won't do them any good, as long as we stay on this plane. Got it."

"This isn't our first fight lover," Eric smirks at me.

"Well let's pray it won't be our last." Just as I am finishing that sentence the door to the plane goes bursting inwards and hits the opposite wall. One booted foot slowly appears in our line of sight and then the other, slowly followed by Alcide. What is it with supes and their damn flare for the dramatic? I mean really. Is now the appropriate time to be all dark and mysterious?

I quickly lose my temper. "You know I knew it was you asshole you don't have to be all drama queen about your entrance," I snarl.

"Sookie love, such a pleasure to see you too."

"I would like to say likewise, but I really can't fucker. You hijacked my plane on the way to my fucking honeymoon, so I am really not all that pleased. You're cutting into my quality time fucking my husband. So why don't we just move this right along so I can get back to some hot Viking lovin'." Eric snickers at my quips and Alcide snarls.

"Sookie just put down your sword and come with me. We will let the others go and you will be safe."

"Seriously are fucking brain damaged or something? Did you not just witness this exact same conversation between Quinn and I? It didn't really work out all that well for him. What makes you think it will work out any differently for you?"

"BECAUSE I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU!"

"Are you kidding me? Is that the best you got? You love me? If you loved me so fucking much you wouldn't be here, hell bent on killing my husband and our family. What is wrong with you Alcide?"

"Nothing's wrong with me. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you even want to let that dead fucker touch you?"

"Ughh you know what, Eric is ten times the man you will ever be, so let's move on because I sure as fuck am not going to argue with you about it, AGAIN! Tell me why you're here. Did you do this on your own, for you own purposes, or are you here doing someone else's bidding?"

Flashes of pictures dance across my mind; Alcide distraught after finding out about me getting married, Bill approaching him, Bill trying to convince him of something, Bill getting frustrated because he wasn't listening, and then, oh shit! "Alcide," I say calmly. "Why are you here?"

"Bill just wants you to be safe Sook. You know he has always loved you. He would never do anything to hurt you. He never has done anything to hurt you. He understands that you can't be together, he told me that Eric glamoured you. He is going to let us finally be together. Isn't that wonderful?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Eric growls at Alcide and I try to send him calm and reassurance. "Alcide," I say slowly, "think about what you're sayin. You know everything I have been through with Bill, you know how many times he has hurt me, remember? He tried to kidnap me just a few days ago at Calvin's wedding, you were there that night, you fought beside us, try and remember Alcide. Bill doesn't love me; he wants to control me. Come on Alcide, we have known each other a long time, you know that Bill is a very bad man."

"No, no, no, no, no!" Alcide clinches his fists and puts them to his temples, and shakes his head back and forth quickly, throwing his raven hair wildly from one side to the other. "Bill has never hurt you," he says softly almost like a machine, an automatic response that has been programmed into him.

"You were there Alcide," Eric's deep voice booms beside me. "Your weres fought alongside my vampires to help save Sookie from capture at the hands of Quinn and the plotting of Bill Compton. You do not remember this?" Alcide is shaking his head again, and I watch him trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind.

"NO! Bill has never hurt Sookie, would never hurt Sookie, he is happy for us. He bought Sookie and I a big Ranch for us to live on. You should see it Sook, it is so beautiful when the sun is setting. Aww, it's a little piece of heaven. We will have horses and babies and anything we could ever dream. It will be perfect, we will be a normal family."

"He has lost his mind," Pam says, clearly astonished by Alcide's litte rant about our happily ever after.

"No he hasn't," I say sadly. "He's been fucking glamoured."

"That's not possible, weres and shifters can't be glamoured, everyone knows that," she says indignantly.

"How would you know, have you ever tried?" I huff.

I watch as Alcide paces back and forth, I can see his wolf just beneath the surface, itching for action. "No, but their brains, they don't work the same as humans. It is impossible; it can't be done."

"Well, Bill found a way, and now really isn't the time to argue about it," I snap at her, never taking my eyes off of Alcide and the vamps standing at his back.

"Just come with us Sook, please," he begs.

"Alcide honey, you know I can't and won't do that. Pull yourself out of the brain fuck that Bill has put on you and think. Help me, help us, and I can promise you will walk away from this."

Eric growls. "Not fucking likely."

"Not the time Eric, it isn't his fault."

"Enough of this!" A large, burley, male vampire says from behind Alcide. He pushes Alcide out of his way crossing his large muscular arms across his chest. He would be impressive, except standing in front of my Viking, and his three Viking brothers he looks like a midget. His cool green eyes lock onto mine and he says softly, "You will come with us. Put down your weapons and walk away from the Sheriff. You want to come with us."

I bark loudly with laughter and he flinches; seriously I made a four hundred year old vampire flinch! How I knew he was four hundred I would have to figure out later, but I knew that he was. "Did you just try and glamour me?" I ask, letting the disdain and incredulity spread thick across my words, like strawberry jam on toast.

"Well… I… the fucking were isn't doing his job right. I figure this is more expedient." He locks his gaze on mine and pushes his power into me, trying to roll my little brain, and I can feel him trying to bend me to his will. "Come with us Sookie. You want to come, you need to come."

"Umm, seriously did your master tell you guys nothing before you came here tonight? Did he not brief you at all? The reason he sent Alcide is because I CAN'T BE GLAMOURED FUCKER! Jesus fucking Christ, you would think some of you would have gotten the picture by now. I can't be fucking manipulated; it is one of the reasons so many of you are after me. It isn't like I am new here, have none of you ever fucking even heard the rumors? This is insulting."

He narrows his eyes at me and tries his best to give me his mean face, and I have to contain myself because, honestly, he looks more constipated then mean to me. "If you do not come willingly, we will take you by force."

"You can try," I cackle menacingly at him, and I see, just for an instant, a flash of fear cross his face. I know he thinks I am crazy, after all, since they woefully outnumber us, and I should be quacking in my boots. But I'm not, and the very fact that I'm not unhinges him.

I clear my throat, so my voice can carry to every supe ear in crystal clarity. "Leave now, and we will spare you. If you stay and fight, you will die. There will be no mercy. Your master is a coward, twice now he has attacked me, unprovoked; he has no claim on me. I belong to Sheriff Eric Northman of Area Five in Louisiana. I am his bonded; we have married by the knife and by human law. We are an unbreakable pair. The punishment for trying to interfere with such a bond is death.

"You all know the law, all of you know that if you follow on this fool's errand it will mean your end. I suggest you choose now. Perhaps your master did not inform you of whom you were dealing with. Perhaps your master failed to mention the facts of your simple snatch and grab. You will be pardoned, but only if you leave now.

"I am Princess Susannah Brigant-Northman and if you cross me, I will end you. If by some miracle you survive my wrath here tonight, my great grandfather will hunt you and end you, and if by some miracle you escape him, you will be captured by my Viking." I lean forward and watch as they respond leaning closer to me as well. "I guarantee, dying at the hands of me or my grandfather will be far more pleasant for you than what will happen to you if you end up in the hands of my husband." I wink at them and they all take a step back and look over at my Viking.

I look over at him and he has the most wicked grin on his face, and he slowly licks his lips. I can see the evil glint in his eyes and I know he is envisioning just what he will do with those he manages to get into his clutches. To my delight half the vampires run for the hills. I could do a happy dance right now; thank you Mr. Shuster for your wonderful acting tips in school.

"PUSSIES!" The large burly vamp screams at the retreating forms of his fleeing comrades.

"Not pussies," I say, and tilt my head to the side, "smart, savvy, practical, brilliant even."

"You're dead bitch," he snarls, spittle flying from his moth between, now barred, fangs.

"Somehow, I highly doubt it." I wink at him. "I don't think your lord and master would be very happy if I arrived cold."

"He said you had to be alive, he didn't say you couldn't be damaged. And I can think of plenty of things that will damage that pretty little uppity ass of yours."

"Well come on big boy," I say mockingly waving him forward. "Let's dance." I wink at him again and lunges at me, a battle cry escaping his lips.

I watch and wait, I tune out everyone around me; I can't worry about Eric, or Pam, or the brothers, I have to focus, because they can take care of themselves. Right now in this moment, I have to worry about me. I breathe out and center myself, my body running cold, my mind becoming the quiet echoing emptiness that is needed to kill. My hands shift slightly on Gwen and she hums beneath my palms, ready and eager for her first taste of blood. My heartbeat slows, bum bum… bum bum… bum bum… bum bum… every minuscule movement of the burly man's approach is broken down into small muscle movements in time with my heartbeat.

I wait for my opening; he is so close, I can smell his cologne, Drakier Noir, if I am right. Damn, I used to love that smell. He raises his sword above his head ready to strike at me with the pommel of the hilt. I assume he is trying to knock me unconscious and thinks he is moving too quickly for my mind to track. Inexperienced fucker, never underestimate your opponent. He leaves his abdomen and chest wide open, and I lunge; my blade slides into him slick and swift, right through the fatty tissue, the well developed muscles, the bone, and back out the other side. I quickly yank my blade to the left and a gaping hole opens in his, once massive chest. He falls to the floor a look of bewilderment crosses his face. I pivot on the balls of my feet and take his head. The last think he sees is me, blowing him a kiss goodbye. "Dumb fuck." I spit and kick his quickly designating corpse.

"Who's next?" I say and look up at the remaining vamps. The ones that weren't rushing Eric and the others pause momentarily, looking from each other, to me, to the vamp I just decapitated and then back to me. I laugh out loud, dumb asses. A tall gangly red head shrugs his shoulders and slowly walks towards me. At least he is a little smarter about his approach. I watch him move in slow easy glides, and his eyes rove over my body assessing my every movement. I clinch and unclench my grip on Gwen again and she hums happily. I breathe out and wait.

Now, I know I have come really far in my swordsmanship, but logistically there is no way I can take a vampire in a straight up fight. I can hold my own for a little while, but they have the large advantage of never getting tired. I always have to catch my opponent by surprise, and go in quickly for the kill. If I don't I'm dead. That is all there is to it. So as this lean ginger vamp, with still very dominate freckles approaches, I plot my little ass off. He finally reaches me, and tries to push his advantage, by pushing me backwards or forcing me to turn my back to the others. That is so not happening. I thrust forward and he matches me blow for blow, slowly stepping backwards. I then did the only thing I could think of, I drop all my weight to the floor, the moment of shock is just enough time, and I take that fucker's legs off at the knees. He topples backwards, and is stunned just enough that he doesn't have time to react when I shove Gwen in through his rib cage piercing his heart. I quickly remove her and then take his head. Yay me!

I somersault backwards and get to my feet quickly, thankfully, and I move out of the way just in time as the next vamp tries to rush me while I am in mid tumble. His thrust ends up going through the floor leaving me with just enough time to take his head while he is trying to free it. Again, yay me!

Two more come rushing at me, this time it is a male and a female, they look so similar that I figure they have to be related somehow. Their dark raven hair whips wildly behind them as they fly towards me. We exchange a flurry of blows and I fight with everything I have in me. They somehow manage to maneuver me so my back is turned to the others and I hear Pam shout, "Sookie behind you!"

I take the brother's head, and turn just in time to see the sister raising her blade, but God bless Pam; she takes that bitch's head before she has even started her downward swipe. "Thanks," I pant, a little winded from the last two.

"Got your back," she says and hip bumps me. "What else are step daughters good for?"

I laugh mischievously at her and turn back to the fight, and there is gore and ash everywhere. Only a handful of vamps remain, maybe twenty at most, and most of them are engaged with my beautiful husband and his brothers. "Man, we are never going to get the deposit back. You think that we can stop at a car wash so we can clean the carpets before we return the plane back to Felipe?"

Pam laughs. "Focus woman, we aren't out of the woods yet." And just like that she is back to fighting, three big men rush my tiny little Pam all at the same time and I can't help but to be awed by her abilities. She is fucking lethal; she quickly takes down the first two and then turns on the third, cutting his arms off at the shoulder and then taking his head. Note to self, never piss Pam off.

Another vamp rushes me, a short little blonde woman this time. We dance around each other, feinting here and there, sizing each other up and trying to get through the other's defense. Damn I don't have time for this, I can already feel the burn in muscles and my hands are beginning to shake with fatigue. I drop my sword, and double over pretending to be done for. Of course the dumb blonde fucking falls for it, and she rushes me. I wait until the last possible second and pull my sword right up the middle, cutting her in half from crotch to skull. Yay me again!

I look around, and quickly assess what is going on. Really everyone is engaged, the only one left is Alcide and his pathetic butt is curled up in a ball in the corner. A glimmer of light catches my eye and I turn towards it to see Pam fighting two more vamps. I watch as she moves, effortlessly around them, but they have more skill then her and are forcing her to keep up a rigorous pace. A whirl of blades and she disarms one and turns towards the other, I can see she is going to take is head in just a few more seconds. I look back to the second vamp and realize he has a very sharp, very pointy, very wooden, stake raised and is getting ready to slam into her with it from behind. Pam is so busy with the first she doesn't even notice that the second was still an issue.

"NOOOOO!" I scream and rush him, throwing myself between Pam and her would be killer just as he is plunging the stake down. I feel is slide through my armor and into my chest. Honestly, I am really lucky that I am shorter then Pam, or it would have gone right through my heart. As it is, it slides through my shoulder, snapping bones and tendons as it slides through and 'thunks' into the back-plate of my armor.

I fall to my knees and the fighting stops, my breath is ragged and I can't get in enough air. I feel a whoosh of wind above my head and I see the vamp who staked me fall in front of me. I fall backwards, and stare up at the ceiling. "That will never come out," I say, as I spot the blood and guts sprayed across the roof of the plane.

"Sookie, Sookie, can you hear me?" I hear Pam's frantic voice off to my left, but it sounds funny, kind of echoy like it is coming from far away or being bounced down a tunnel.

I turn my head and look at her and smile lightly at her as her blurry figure slowly comes into focus. "Of course I can hear yah, I'm not deaf just dying." She sobs and bites her lip trying to hold it in. "Hey, it's alright Pammy, I got your back."

"Lover," I hear my husband's frantic voice on my right and I wobble my head to look into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Hey handsome," I smile at him move slightly trying to raise my hand to touch his face. A burst of flame tears through my chest with the movement and I let out a scream.

"Lover, it's all right, everything will be all right, you'll be fine, you'll see," my husband says softly. I know he is trying to reassure me, but his words are frantic and panicky and I know it is way worse than I thought.

"No it isn't," I say softly. "I love you Eric."

"No Sookie, you'll be fine. Just hold on, you're fine." I watch him turn his head in Pam's direction. "Get me something to cut her out of her armor, quick." He looks back to me. "See lover, we are going to get you out of your armor and then we will fix you right up. Everything is going to be okay."

"I love you," I whisper again and the world slowly starts to fade to black.

"Sookie! NO DAMN IT! NO OPEN YOUR EYES! SOOKIE!" I hear Eric's frantic pleas and demands as I am slowly sucked into darkness, and the only thing I can think over and over again is, 'I love you Eric.'