A/N: I know it's been a while and for that I am sorry. I will say though, that I am committed to finishing this story. So this chapter is for you jrme5759, for lighting a fire under my ass.

Previously…

Quinn and I sat and talked for quite some time after that revelation until I heard his stomach grumble. I immediately got up to fix us some dinner. It was getting quite late as the sun had already set.

I didn't even notice what time it was, but Quinn and I must have spoken for hours.

Just as I was about to get the skillet out of the cupboard, I heard a knock at the door. I went to answer it, but Quinn had beat me to it.

As the door swung open, I heard, "What the fuck is going on here?" I glanced at the door to see none other than my late night caller from last night.

Chapter 22

"Northman." Quinn said full of disdain and…was he being smug? That was weird, but then again, I didn't really know Quinn.

"Tiger." Northman replied with equal disdain.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Northman (apparently that was his name) said raising one eyebrow suspiciously while looking between Quinn and me.

"Um, well I was about to make dinner. " I answered the beautiful man, wondering why he was being so demanding.

"Yes, Sook and I were just about to have us a nice evening until you showed up." Quinn said smugly, and the insinuation he was making was not lost on me.

"Um, actually Quinn, I was just trying to be polite seeing as how you helped save my brother's life, but let's get one thing straight here, Mr. Northman didn't interrupt anything. We weren't about to spend a nice evening together. I am simply being a gracious host." I defended. Not that I owed Mr. Northman an explanation, but I didn't appreciate Quinn insinuating something that wasn't really happening. In fact, Quinn was just about to wear out his welcome in my home.

"I see. Obviously you have a different impression than Sookie does, and it seems as if the lady no longer wishes to host you. Perhaps you should leave." Mr. Northman said coolly. These two were wearing me out with their little pissing contest.

"Look Mr. Northman."

"Eric." He corrected me.

"Look Eric, I appreciate your obvious concern for me, but this posturing bullshit is about to piss me off." I argued. Perhaps it came out slightly bitchier than I would have liked, but dammit, they were wearing me out.

"Sookie, I know that you don't remember, but there are things that have been done to you, things that are…affecting you." Eric tried to explain, but frankly I wasn't sure that I cared.

"She's fine fanger! Leave her be." Quinn exclaimed in an anger filled tone. I was surprised and slightly confused by his overwhelming anger. He didn't know me, and he surely had no right to yell at a guest of mine in that way.

"Fuck off Tiger! You know less than nothing." Eric replied with equal anger, and I had to agree with him, Quinn knew nothing about me and had no right speaking for me. I was seriously over Quinn and his attitude.

"Quinn, I hate to do this, but really you leave me no choice. You don't know me and certainly have no business speaking for me. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I demanded. I wasn't joking around, and I'm sure that my body language back up my words. I tapped my feet on the hardwood floor, waiting for him to take the hint and leave. He looked at me shocked, as his eyes were bulging and his fists were clenching and unclenching.

"Fine babe, but don't ask me for any more favors." He finally said and walked out of the door. And for the record, I didn't ask him for a favor, though I did appreciate his help.

I sighed out of pure exhaustion, this whole night had become very arduous and I still had Eric to deal with.

"Eric, would you like to come inside?" I asked politely. I didn't see him as a threat, and quite frankly there was just something about him that eased my mind a little.

"Absofuckinglutely." He replied as he walked through the threshold. I smiled a little at his wording and enthusiasm.

I was over being the gracious southern hostess at this point, I followed Eric into the living room and fell ungracefully onto my couch, slouching into the cushions.

"Listen Eric, I know you think there is something wrong with me, and frankly I am having some issues with my memory, but I'm not sure how to even go about finding out what is wrong." I admitted. Everything in my body told me that Eric could be trusted and that he was telling me the truth.

"I have called in a few people to come and assess the situation. They should be here within the hour." Eric said as he came to sit next to me on the couch. He wasn't so close as to make me uncomfortable, but his presence did seem to bring me a smidgeon of peace.

I looked at him directly in his piercing blue eyes for a few silent minutes, just assessing him. I couldn't read his mind at all, but there was just something about him that felt familiar and safe to me. I wanted to crawl over to him and sit on his lap and lay my head on his shoulder, and I unconsciously started gravitating towards him.

I moved without even thinking until our bodies were touching. I wasn't sitting on his lap like I wanted to, but our arms and legs were touching. I felt an incredible amount of calm in his touch.

"Tell me what my relationship to you is?" I asked him.

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, where he laid butterfly kisses on the back of my hand.

"My Sookie, we have a complicated relationship. But at its core, we are friends and we care for each other a great deal. And though you have never admitted your feelings to me, nor I to you, we are meant to be. You are mine as I am yours." He said softly while gazing into my eyes. I believed everything he said, moreover, I could feel everything he said.

"I…I believe you Eric." I said shakily. Why couldn't I remember him? We obviously had a history and from what I could gather it was a romantic one at that.

"Have we been…intimate?" I asked trying to frame my question in the right way.

"MMmmm., yes. Yes we have been …intimate. Not nearly enough, but it was incredible." He said with a far off look as if he were replaying the times that we were intimate with each other.

Just as I was about to ask him if he loved me, I heard a knock at the door.

"It's Godric and the doctor, I will get it." Eric said, and I was more than glad to let him deal with the company.

A few moments later, a teenager and a dwarf walked into my living room, and no that's not the making of a joke.

"Little girl, what have you gotten yourself into now?" the dwarf asked.

"Sookie, this is Dr. Ludwig" He pointed to the rude midget. "And this is Godric." He gestured towards the gorgeous teenager. Is it wrong to think a teenager is hot? Probably, but what can I say, he looked good.

"How do you do?" I replied

"You have been bespelled." Dr. Ludwig said instantly, reaffirming Eric's diagnosis.

"I'm not a witch, so I can't cure you, but I see you have a fairy bracelet. Why would you even call me out here when you can just cure yourself?" Dr. Ludwig said with frustration.

"I don't understand what you mean. My grandfather gave me this bracelet, but if I could cure myself, don't you think I would have done so by now?" I said. My anger was about to reach a climax.

"Little girl, you are a fairy, are you not?"

"Yes I am, my Great Grandfather is Niall Brigant." I said proudly.

"Yes, and you have a protection bracelet and you possess the ability to do Fairy magic, do you not?"

"Yes, but I don't know how to cast spells. I didn't make it that far in my training." I said, deflating a little bit.

"I suggest you call your grandfather then." Dr. Ludwig said and turned to leave. As I heard her shut the front door, I felt a little silly that I hadn't thought of my bracelet earlier.

"Sookie, do you have the book I gave you?" Godric asked, breaking me out of my little moment of self pity.

"I don't remember you giving me a book." I said robotically without looking up at him.

"The Faery Queen." He said. I looked up at him recognizing the book, but not remembering that he was the one that gifted it to me.

I got up and went to my room to retrieve it. When I came back downstairs, Eric and Godric were engaged in what appeared to be a heated debate, but as soon as they saw me, they became quiet.

I looked between the two of them, wondering what exactly they were discussing, but since neither of them volunteered the information, i decided to drop it.

"Nothing in it makes sense to me." I stated dejectedly.

"I'm afraid neither of us will be of much assistance to you." Godric said. "Perhaps you can get ahold of your kin?" He said, and there was a gleam of hope in his eye when he mentioned my kin, but for the life of me I couldn't guess what that was about.

"My cousins told me that if I ever needed them, all I had to do was ask for them." I said, wondering if I needed to click my heels three times or something. It couldn't be as easy as asking for them out loud, could it?

"I think there is more to this than someone casting a spell on you." Eric said while picking up one of my family photos and looking at it.

What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.

"We reviewed the security tapes from his club last night, and we noticed some oddities." Godric explained, but not in great detail.

"We also smelled fairy at the club, and it wasn't your scent." Eric added.

"Oookay." I said drawing out my words indicating my continued confusion.

"I think the sorceress is conspiring with the fairies, but what I cannot figure out is why." Godric said.

"Okay so if the fairies are in cahoots with some sorceress, then why are they targeting me, I mean my grandfather is like their leader, so to come after me would be to come after him. And also, if Fairies posess magic, then why do they need a sorceress?"

"These are good questions lover, and we will get to the bottom of this. I swear it to you." Eric said intensely.

He was so sincere that I couldn't help but believe every word he sai, but something nagging at the back of my mind told he this was much bigger than any of us could expect.