So yeah, sorry Claudine had to die, but it kind of was inevitable. Eric is pretty pissed off in this chapter, so he will be yelling and cursing A LOT. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 25 – EPOV

"Sookie." I said bolting upright into a sitting position on my bed. Something was incredibly wrong, she was petrified. I felt her fear as if it were my own. I knew it was still sunny out, in fact by my estimation, the sun had only risen a mere few hours ago.

"Fuck!" I yelled out to no one. I needed to get to her, but that was impossible. I felt incredibly worthless to her, what good was my preternatural strength and speed, if I was bound by ultraviolet light.

I grabbed my phone, desperate to get some help to her, and dialed my day man. I knew there wasn't a whole hell of a lot that he could do, but at least he could investigate.

"Mr. Northman?" Bobby said in a confused tone. I had never contacted him during the daytime hours, mainly because I didn't want him to know that I could be awake at that time.

"Go to Sookie's house and check on her." I demanded with authority.

"Y..Yes sir." He stammered. I could hear his rapid heart beat through the phone.

"GO NOW!" I yelled and hung up. "FUCK!" I could still feel her and she was feeling a complex mix of terrified, sad and determination.

The minutes seemed to tick by incredibly slowly, but I was still feeling her fear which didn't seem to diminish at all. And then she just…ceased to exist." GODDAMMIT!" I yelled throwing whatever in the fuck I could reach.

I grabbed my phone and called my worthless piece of shit dayman. "What the fuck did you find?" I demanded irately.

"I, I, I" he fucking stammered.

"Calm the fuck down and tell me what you found." I yelled. He was fucking fired after this shit.

"I just arrived master. There is a woman lying on the ground. She is not unconscious." Bobby said, and I felt slightly relieved, knowing that at least she was alive.

"But it isn't Sookie sir." He said, and my undead heart sank. I wanted to know who the woman was, but my first priority was Sookie.

"Look around what else do you see?" I said through gritted teeth. I could hear his erratic heart beating and the wind catching the speaker in the receiver of his phone.

"There was a struggle, I see tire marks and a pile of glittering ash." He said, unsure of what he was seeing, but I knew. God dammit, I knew. One of her fairy kin had perished, and if they were able to be taken out with all of their magic and power, then it was looking more and more grim for Sookie.

"Fuck! Ok, go inside the house and get the security tape. You know where it is. Bring it to me immediately." I instructed.

"Actually sir, I can just email it to you. Give me two minutes." He said, surprising me with his efficiency.

"Fine. Hurry!" I said, slamming my phone shut. Maybe I wouldn't fire him after all. I paced and paced, until I finally got a notification on my phone that I had a new email message. I quickly opened the attachment and waited for the fucking video to download.

When I hit play, what I was able to see on the security video, which was quite a bit, pissed me the fuck off.

A bunch of Weres had attacked Sookie and two other fairies, killing one fairy, severely injuring the other fairy, and kidnapping Sookie. They had bound her in shackles, probably iron seeing as how she was defenseless and unable to use her magic.

The whole encounter took less than a few minutes, that's all it took to kidnap my Sookie. I didn't believe Sookie had any Were enemies, so it only stood to reason that they were working for someone else, probably vampires. Vampires were very well known for using Weres to do their bidding, so that seemed to be a logical conclusion.

I forwarded the email to Godric, then to Bill since Bill was my area investigator; I hoped that he would be able to identify the Weres. I also, reluctantly, forwarded the footage to Herveaux, hoping that he would be able to tell me who they were.

As soon as I sent the emails, I dialed Herveaux. I knew that he blamed Sookie for the death of his Werebitch ex-fiancé, but I didn't give a fuck. He would help me or I would end him. Period.

"Herveaux." I said firmly.

"What the fuck do you want, fanger." He said resentfully. Asshole.

I ignored his insult, because I had more pressing issues at hand. "I emailed you a video. I need you to look at it and tell me who the fucking Weres are." I instructed him, leaving no room for argument.

"I don't owe you any favors, go fuck yourself." He said petulantly.

"They fucking kidnapped Sookie, so drop the shit and look at the fucking video!" I yelled, my voice increasing with each word I spoke. He was getting on my last fucking nerve.

I heard him sigh, then he said. "Alright, give me a minute, I'll call you right back." He said, and I hung up.

The waiting was fucking killing me, I needed to be out there, looking for her and murdering the motherfuckers responsible for her kidnapping. And believe me, as soon as I found the people responsible, they were as good as dead.

After a few minutes, I heard my phone ring.

"Who are they Herveaux?" I demanded.

"I don't know them personally, but they are from the Sharp Claw pack down in New Orleans." He replied.

Shit. If they were from New Orleans, they could be working at the behest of the Queen. But thinking about it, it didn't make sense. She knew of Sookie, and showed very little interest in her. Was that all a game? No, no. I knew it wasn't Sophie Anne, because she never used Weres to do her bidding. That was something that she was adamant about. She never liked to involve humans or Weres into vampire affairs. So, if it wasn't Sophie Anne, then who the fuck could it have been?

"Look into it, ask your packmaster. I believe these Weres are working for someone, and I need to find out who." I wasn't asking, this was a direct order. If he cared any for Sookie at all, and I suspected that he still did, he would do this.

"I'm only doing this for Sookie." He growled. I didn't give a fuck who he was doing it for, as long as he did it.

"Fine. Call me as soon as you find out anything." I said and hung up. I paced the room, not knowing what else I could do, there was still almost 10 hours of daylight left, and with each second that passed, my worry for Sookie only increased.

I grabbed my longsword from my closet and started sharpening it, because really there was nothing more I could do, and I was definitely going to be killing some motherfuckers this evening.

I managed to get lost in my task, and a few hours had gone by. My phone began ringing, and it was Bobby. I hoped that he had managed to earn his goddamn keep.

"Northman." I answered.

"Master, I have some new information." He said.

"Speak." I replied.

"First, the woman has regained her consciousness. She says her name is Claudette and she is Sookie's cousin. She doesn't know anything about the Weres that kidnapped Sookie, but she does have some information on who her possible enemies are. " Bobby said. That was good news, though not the best. At least I could narrow down the field of potential captors.

"Go on." I demanded.

"Right." He said nervously. "She says that there are fairies after Sookie. She believes that they may have even made a deal with some vampires to work together to eliminate her. " Mother fucker. I would eliminate all the fucking fairies and all vampires within a hundred mile radius of New Orleans if it meant that I could get to her.

"Does she know who the vampires are?" I demanded. It wasn't logical that fairies were behind this, seeing as how they could have just taken her without the use of Weres.

"Unfortunately, no she does not. But I ran the plates of the vehicles. They were registered to a man named Steven Randy and Trent Simmons. I've emailed over their information. They live in Slidell and work as mechanics in a shop called Sharp Claw Automotive. I'm sorry it took me so long, but I was doing a full background check on them. I emailed that information to you as well. " He was so fucking efficient that I was definitely going to be giving him a raise.

"Good work. Call me if you find out anything further." I said. I rarely gave him praise, so he knew how pleased I was with him.

I checked my email, and saw several attachments, all background information on the Weres. The information was so thorough, that I knew what blood type they were, where they shopped for groceries, and most importantly, their tax return information.

They both had reported a large amount of money earned from a business in New Orleans called "Fine Hungarian Imports and Trade." I had never heard of the business before, but I seriously doubted that those piece of shit Weres knew anything about Fine Hungarian Imports.

I called Bobby back and instructed him to fully investigate whatever the fuck that business was and who owned it.

It was now 4:00 and the sun wouldn't set for another 3 hours. I felt a little bit better knowing that I was pretty fucking close to figuring out who was behind her kidnapping. I wondered how Sookie was, if she was injured or scared or…alive. No, I had to believe that she was still alive, though I couldn't feel her emotions necessarily; I could still feel her within me. If she had perished, I'd imagine that I would feel sort of hollow, but that wasn't the case, so I could only pray to my gods that she was uninjured.

My phone began to ring again, and I thought it was Bobby, but looking at the caller ID, I noticed that it was Compton.

"Northman." I said tersely. Had he felt the same thing I did this morning? If that was the case, I wondered why he hadn't called earlier.

"You sound awfully calm for someone whose had their lover kidnapped." He replied. Motherfucker.

"You should do well to remember who the fuck you are talking to." I said in warning. It sounded like he was begging to be tortured by Pam again. His dick still hadn't grown back yet, so she would have to find another appendage to remove.

"I have emailed you some surveillance video. I need you to find out who these motherfuckers are. DO. NOT. FAIL. ME." I said seething in anger.

"I already know who took her." He replied smugly. As if it were the right time to act like a smug mother fucker. He was fucking dead.

"Eric. This is serious. She was taken by my grandsire." He said. FUCK!

Compton's fucking grandsire was named István and he was a psychotic fuck. From what I know of him, he used to force Lorena to lure men into their lair, only to drain each and every one of them dry. They would fuck their dead bodies, then dismember each one, throwing the body parts into the bayous.

He was punished by the Magister for this, because they were causing so many deaths that it drew too much attention, and since vampires were not "out of the coffin" back then, he was considered a threat.

From what I understood, he was punished to 100 years in a silver lined coffin. But that was over 150 years ago, so he had been released. Lorena was not punished as István was, which I guess is why she chose to make Compton.

Knowing what a complete psychopath István was, I became overwhelmingly worried for Sookies welfare. I blamed this all on Compton though. I imagine István's motive for kidnapping Sookie was retribution for her ending Lorena, and she was only forced to do so because of the weaknesses of Bill Motherfucking Compton.

"You better pray that Sookie lives, because if she doesn't, you will meet your end by my hand tonight. This is your fucking fault." I screamed at him, if Pam were around, she would say that I was losing it.

"Look Eric, I can help get Sookie back, I know where István resides. I will meet you at Fangtasia at first dark." He replied. He would definitely be at Fangtasia, but not in the friendly confines of the club, oh no, he will be in the goddamn basement.

One thing I knew with absolute certainty, István would die tonight.

A/N:

Okay, so no rescue yet, but it is coming. Next chapter we will hear how Sookie is holding up, and oh yeah…badass Eric will make an appearance.