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Chapter 4: Will You Come Back to Me –Craig Armstrong

Eric

Eric flew, terror screaming through the bond he had with Sookie. If he had a functioning heart, right now it would be in cardiac arrest from his own terror coursing through his veins. Russell had her. He didn't need to go to her home and see it. He flew to Bon Temps, furious at himself for his stupidity.

He landed in Sookie's front yard which was crawling with Bill's guards and Bill himself. He inhaled deeply, smelling both Sookie and Lafayette here not even an hour ago. Bill came to him, his eyes wild with anger and fear. Eric could only guess that his features mirrored Bill's. He felt inside of himself for their now shared bond.

Sookie was terrified, angry, frustrated, and worried. Each emotion he felt was like a wooden dagger into his heart.

"What do you know?" he demanded of Bill.

"He killed my guards quickly and went for Sookie. We think he decided last minute to take Lafayette with them, who was staying here. They were here all day. No unusual smells permeated the area. The day guards said they went to Tara's mother to tell her the news of Tara. Sookie came out with scratches and some bruises on her face, but she seemed to be okay, otherwise."

"What do your guards classify as "harm"? Because that's what that sounds like to me."

Bill ignored his comment and continued, "They then came back here. They were quiet, probably asleep all day, and then when they awoke shortly before sunrise they ate and sat outside on the porch. The guards contemplated asking them to go inside, but they were under orders to only reveal themselves if they were threatened. They were dead before they could warn them when they actually were."

Eric had heard enough. He needed to track Sookie, but if he knew Russell, he knew that he would not make this easy for Eric. Russell wanted to harm both Bill and Eric through someone they deeply cared for.

The only suitable person would be Sookie. Even Russell had seen his ardent love for the Bon Temps girl before he had. Eric attempted to track her now. She was moving now, further and further away from him. Every additional foot she was away from him the more he was compelled to do something about it.

Suddenly Pam was there and her fangs were bared. "Eric, you are not going. What the fuck is the point? If you kill yourself by going to them now, then she will have no chance. You need a plan. Do be a fucking idiot."

Eric growled, "You don't know your place, child."

"She is right. We need a plan, Eric. We can't go off half-"

Suddenly through Eric's bond and Bill's blood tie, they were doubled over in pain. Sookie had stopped moving and was being tortured now. The pain was so acute he could feel Sookie's screams in his heart. Pam was by his side in an instant attempting to offer him support.

In the trace amounts of blood Eric had in Lafayette he felt his intense fear and horror. Horror at whatever he was seeing. There was a disturbing retching sound. Eric looked for the source, but when he saw Pam's expression of confused concern, he realized that the sound was coming from him. He was dry heaving.

Pam looked angry and also helpless as she looked him over to find what ailed him. This pain was unbearable. Bill didn't seem as affected by it. He was looking over at Eric in confusion, wondering if this was also something he was going to go through.

Eric looked to Pam, pleading as Sookie's pain continued. "Please, we must find her Pam."

She set her jaw and looked toward Bill and Jessica who was crouching over Bill as if the young, baby vamp could protect him from the pain he was experiencing. Pam looked between them and he could feel in their maker-child bond her indecision on what to do.

She looked down at him, just as another wave of pain swept through his bond with Sookie. He trembled and shook from the pain and fear coming through their bond. "Turn it off Eric. Turn off the bond now!" Pam ordered.

He shook his head reluctantly. "No, Pamela," he barked out. She nodded, "It's the only way and you know it. With her pain distracting you, you will not be able to formulate a strategy. Shut it off!" she insisted again.

He shook his weakly, but he could see the logic in her words and felt inside himself for the bond. He tried to send feelings of love and reassurance to her, but nothing changed on her end of the bond. She felt alone, abandoned.

He turned the bond down, but not completely. He still needed to feel her to make sure she was alive or if he could perceive any change. Bill had completely shut his off by now.

To feel Sookie so much less, made him want to cry bloody tears of frustration, but he didn't. He was already planning. Already plotting how to get her back. How to defeat Russell. He went to Sookie's porch and sat, inhaling her intoxicating and lingering scent.

He shook his head to focus. He needed to find a way.

Sookie

When Russell appeared on her porch that night, she had thought she had strayed into a nightmare. She had been told Russell was ended. Bill said he had met his final death. Unfortunately she had learned the hard way that Russell was alive. Angry, vengeful, and deranged.

She fought for so long. What felt like months probably was only days. She had lost count of the days she and Lafayette were in Russell's grasp. She had given up on Eric and Bill finding her for two reasons. The first being she had rejected both of them and the second reason was that Russell, though delusional, was still cunning.

He moved them to new locations. She knew Eric and Bill would be able to sense her location, but they never came. She didn't expect them to.

Sookie had detached herself from her body. At first she tried to stay in herself to reassure Lafayette, but soon she was in such pain. Pain she knew was actually meant for Bill and Eric. So she attempted to mute her pain. She burrowed herself so deep inside of herself. She still felt searing pain.

Pain she didn't know she would ever come back from. She didn't know if she screamed in pain or fear. Or begged for death. She didn't even know how long she suffered for. The times when Russell had left her to go to day rest were maybe worse than him actually being there.

When he wasn't there, she would anticipate what would come next. She had been cut. Beaten. Choked. Stabbed. Burned. Drowned. Bitten. Russell had healed her and each time she had come back. Why she didn't succumb to eternal rest was unclear to her. So much had been done to her that she knew she wouldn't ever be the same person again. Ever.

She was no longer afraid. She had accepted her fate.

Sookie occasionally would be brought back to herself by Lafayette. Seeing him, starving, beaten, and desperate for escape was almost the worst thing that could happen to her. It destroyed her spirit. It destroyed what little hope she had left.

On one of these occasions she saw Lafayette chanting. And was that…Jesus, yes that was Jesus near him. Lafayette's eyes were wild with desperation and the magic the resided in him, dormant for so many years. She mumbled to him incoherently to him in concern, but is he understood her, he didn't stop his chanting.

She closed her eyes, the effort of keeping them open extremely difficult. When she opened them again, she was cradled in Lafayette's arms. She thought she was hallucinating at this point. So she closed her eyes and let herself believe in this hallucination.

Eric

Eric had been through every imaginable torture in his long life. When Sookie gave up, when she became lost and broken, it drove him into madness. He was a mess. He had never been more hurt or destroyed. Sookie had faded from him and from this world. The fire, the light he had found in Sookie was gone. He still felt her life force, but it was a life he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. It was empty.

He then decided he would die trying to save her. It may be too late, but he couldn't wait for a plan that wasn't there. He left, despite Pam pleading with him. She had asked him if he chose a human over her. He didn't need to think about it before he said that he did. She wasn't some human. She was Sookie.

And he would always choose her. He flew to where he had last felt her, fighting the own pain in his being. If she was lost forever, then he would be as well.

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