A/N: Thanks for all the comments and reviews. I couldn't, in good conscience, let this go for another week, so without further ado.

Chapter 26 – SPOV

"You realize, little girl, that you now owe me." My captor said menacingly as he trailed a bony finger across my cheek, his dark eyes gleaming with an unspoken threat. My wrists were still shackled, and I was also tied to a chair and wrapped in iron chains. My body felt like it was on fire, and I felt completely drained of energy.

The vampire, Lorena's maker, had successfully removed the blood ties that I had with Eric, and Bill for that matter, so hopelessness began setting in as well. If by some miracle, Eric was able to locate me, I could only hope that it happened soon, because István definitely had plans for me and I didn't believe they ended happily.

I didn't respond to his unspoken threat, because I felt like I could buy more time with my silence. He continued circling me, much like a lion stalking its prey, while touching me with his cold creepy fingers that made me shudder in disgust.

"You see, Lorena was mine." He said, as he took his place directly in front of me, grabbing my head and forcing it up so that I looked directly in his eyes.

"I owned her. I created her for one reason and one reason only." He said grabbing my hair and pulling it roughly. "To do as I please." He finished his tirade by leaning down and roughly kissing me. I felt completely disgusted and when I wouldn't open up my mouth to allow him entrance, he bit me crudely. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it still hurt.

"You, my dear, are an interesting little creature, a jewel really. Had I known that Lorena's worthless progeny had a fairy in his captivity, I would have paid him a visit a long time ago." He said as he made a move to remove the iron chains that bound me to the chair.

"Do not try anything." He stopped his movements to warn me. I had no idea what he planned to do to me, but I was already preparing myself to at least be sexually assaulted. My mind was racing, as I tried to figure out a way to buy some time.

"You see, there is an unwritten rule amongst vampires." He said, as he slowly unchained me. "For every vampire life taken, another must be created." He said, and I began to panic, and suddenly the need for a coffin became all too apparent. My stomach lurched and panic began to set in. Breathing became a chore and I couldn't overcome the feeling of absolute dread.

"CALM YOURSELF!" he screamed, grabbing me by my shoulders and pulling me into a standing position.

"You will only need oxygen for just a few minutes longer." He said in a more toned down manner. As soon as he said that though, he ripped my clothing from my body. I was shaking, not only from the lack of clothing, but also from the overwhelming fear of becoming a vampire and being sired to this psychopath.

"Mmm. Aren't you just mouthwatering?" He said, looking my body over as if I were a tri tip. "Once you rise, I am going to have a lot of fun with you. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that you ended Lorena." He said as he grabbed me and brought my body flush with his. I heard the tell-tale snick of his fangs, and I began to squirm in his embrace, trying in vain to get away from him. With my hands bound, and his overwhelming grip on me, there really wasn't anything I could do to get away.

I tried desperately to use my light, or my magic, or just anything that would buy me time. My fingers fizzled, and the magic was useless.

I screamed in abject terror as I felt his fangs tear into my neck. He drank deeply, moaning and commenting on how fantastic I tasted. I felt my body tense, and my muscles involuntarily cramp and the world began to darken. I fell away, praying to god, that he would just let me die.

EPOV-

There was still an hour left before sundown, but I knew that Godric would be awake. I called him, letting him know all that had happened during the day. We formulated a plan of attack, and I felt immeasurably better knowing that I had the backing of my 2000 year old maker. Not that I wouldn't kill every motherfucker with my bare hands if I had to, but knowing that he cared for Sookie as I did made the situation a little better.

Bobby had brought Sookie's fairy cousin to Fangtasia, with the understanding that she would mask her scent. She seemed to be healed, or at least healed enough to do what was necessary to save Sookie. Godric and I would get the map of the location of István and we would take off to get her.

As I waited for the sun to set, I waited, not so patiently, in my car that was parked in the garage. About ten minutes before sundown, I opened the garage door. The ultraviolet rays were still out, but I didn't give a shit. All that mattered was getting to Sookie.

It only took me 10 minutes to get to Fangtasia, and it appeared as though I was the first to arrive. Irrationally, it pissed me off knowing that I had to wait for Bill to arrive. Since he was all the way out in Bon Temps, he wouldn't be here for at least another 20 minutes. I went inside to find the fairy sitting on the leather sofa in my office. She appeared very ill, almost like a person who has had months of radiation chemotherapy looked.

As I walked into my office, she stood and greeted me. I couldn't smell her, so it appeared as though she was successful at masking herself.

"I am Claudette, Sookie's cousin." She introduced herself, bowing her head slightly in a sign of respect.

"Eric Northman." I replied. "Tell me what happened." I demanded, though I pretty much already knew, I still needed her corroboration.

She went over the events that occurred during the morning, up until the point that she passed out. She didn't provide me anything that I hadn't already figured out, though she did mention the fact that Claudine had perished most likely because she was in a weakened state as a result of giving her magic to Sookie.

A few moments later, Godric walked through the door. As soon as he eyes roved over Claudette, he audibly gasped and approached her at vampire speed.

"By the gods." He whispered, stroking her hair back from her face, his eyes taking inventory of each and every one of her features. I felt like I was intruding on a very special moment, but I couldn't take my eyes off the scene in front of me.

I had spent centuries with my maker, and never once had I seen him this act this way towards anyone. It made me long for my Sookie even more in that moment.

"Are you alright, my love?" I heard him ask.

"Yes." She stammered out, tears lacing her face.

He leaned in to kiss her chastely. It was a kiss filled with longing and unspoken sentiment. I stood up and stalked out of the office, no longer wanting to intrude on their reunion, but also I needed to calm myself down. Watching their exchange elicited a need within me to be with my Sookie. I needed her, and I didn't know how I would make it through another thousand years without her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Pam strolled in carrying Compton by the neck. Godric and Claudette emerged from the office with his arm wrapped possessively around her waist.

"Where is your grandsire?" I demanded of Compton.

"Sheriff, I can feel him close b…" Before he could finish what he was saying, a gut wrenching pain ripped through both of us. The pain was so intense, that we both doubled over. Pam and Godric both rushed to my side. I felt like I was dying, but I knew that it wasn't my pain that I was feeling. It was the blood tie I had with Sookie being ripped from my body. There was a hole, where she once occupied, but I refused to believe that she was dead. After a few minutes I was able to compose myself. I wiped away the blood tears that trailed a path down my face. I noticed that Compton's face mirrored mine, and he looked haunted.

"Finish!" I yelled, grabbing him by the collar. "Where is he?" I demanded. Whether or not Sookie lived, he was still going to die.

He took a few unnecessary shaky breaths, and I noticed his hands were trembling. "Monroe. It's the same cracker house, Lorena turned me in." He said wearily, handing me a Google map printouts.

I wasted no time, and nodded to Pam. She knew what I was telling her to do, and she loyally complied, throwing Compton to the ground and beginning the punishment that he was due. "Let me go Pam, I need to save Sookie!" He screamed pathetically. He was going nowhere near her.

Godric followed me out the back door to the club. I reached into my car and grabbed my long sword. Flying would be faster and since Compton managed to printout the aerial view of István's location, finding the place wouldn't be a problem. Godric followed suit and we both took off into the air.

It only took a matter of moments to find the location. We both circled the house to make sure that we knew all the entrances and exits. I could hear a very very faint human heartbeat, it was so faint that a doctor would probably think the person was dead, and I instinctively knew that it was Sookie.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" I whispered angrily. "He's attempting to turn her!" I said to Godric. He walked up to me and placed his hand on my shoulder in a calming manner.

"He cannot Eric." He said which confused the fuck out of me.

"She cannot be turned." He clarified. I had no idea that she could not be turned into a vampire, but I couldn't think on that at the moment. All that mattered was getting her in my arms, and killing that motherfucker.

"I will go in through the back, you go in through the front." Godric suggested. It was a good plan, as long as the owner of the home wasn't human. The house appeared to be about 200 years old, and made of logs that had rot from the years of weatherization. If I had to guess, I would say that the house had no owners at all, seeing as it didn't even have running water.

I pulled out my sword, and made my way to the front of the house. I couldn't feel any barrier at the door, so I assumed I would be okay to enter. I waited until Godric was in position, then we simultaneously kicked the doors in.

The house, if you could even call it that, was small, maybe 600 sq. feet at the most. It was a typical one room southern style cracker house, that was representative for the era which it was built.

István chose to attack Godric first, and I could tell that we had completely taken him by surprise. Godric was easily 1300 years his elder, so restraining him was like watching a spider catch a fly.

I immediately searched for Sookie, but I couldn't see her. I did spot a coffin in the corner, and the feeling of dread washed over me. At vampire speed, I made my way to the unassuming piece of shit coffin. When I opened the lid, she was laid completely naked and barely breathing. Her heartbeat was nearly nonexistent and I knew that she would die soon. She looked so pale and so fragile, and I felt like I had completely failed her. I took my shirt off and placed it over her body, then I picked her up and held her to me, cradling her as if she was a new born baby.

Godric pulled my attention away from the woman in my arms that held my life so completely.

"Eric." He said, and I knew what I had to do. I reluctantly set Sookie, back down into that godforsaken coffin. My initial plan was to kill him swiftly with my long sword, but seeing him with my Sookie's blood dripping from his mouth provoked a raging fire within me. He deserved no mercy, and a swift death would be just that.

I stalked over to him slowly formulating a plan in my head. He had the nerve to speak to me.

"You can kill me now, because I have already experienced heaven inside of Sookie." He said disgustingly. I saw red, and didn't even dignify him with a response, instead choosing to rip his fucking arm off his body. He screamed in pain, as I literally proceeded to tear him limb from limb. I ripped his small cock of and shoved it down his throat.

"Eric. Finish him, Sookie needs you." Godric said. And I could have kicked myself. In my raging need for vengeance, I had neglected Sookie's wellbeing.

I ripped his heart from his chest and crushed it right before his eyes and he exploded into a messy pile of disgusting dead vampire goo.

Godric grabbed my sword, and I tore into my wrist and placed it over Sookie's mouth. I had to massage her throat so that she could ingest my blood. It was not enough to heal her completely, but it was enough to increase her heart rate, so that I could move her. I heard Godric on his cell phone, instructing Pam to have Dr. Ludwig at the club when we arrived.

I picked up Sookie and held her reverently in my arms whispering soothing words of love. "I love you Sookie. Come back to me." I whispered, brushing the hairs away from her face.

Godric and I walked out of that godforsaken house, which I had decided that I would be burning as soon as possible.

I took to the sky with the love of my long life in my arms, swearing to myself, Sookie and the gods that I would sooner die than let another incident like this one happen to her again.

A/N:

OK, so what do you think? BTW, Sookie was not sexually assaulted. I have a feeling Eric is not done with his need to avenge Sookie. We shall see. Just to let you know, this story is winding down. I don't really think Sookie can take any more attacks, she needs a little break. Maybe a sexy vacay to Eric's plantation in Bermuda?