Eric's POV

My night went as planned. Cataliades did indeed arrive with an offer of a sit down with prince and indicated the prince was most displeased. It did not get past me that the prince did not demand or threaten Sookie and I. Interesting, considering I have dealt with him on various occasions and he is not one to suppress his dominance. He has stood before me in the past making wild accusation, threats, and demands; I find it very intriguing that with Sookie by my side he chooses his words and emissary carefully. I will have to think more on this.

My maker is moving closer; I can feel it, he will be here before the dawn. I am so eager to introduce him to my pretty fairy. I have never felt this before; elation.

My meetings have ended for the night and I know that my lover and child are moving closer to me. I can only assume that their planning has gone well based on the laughter, jumping up and down, and squeals that have peppered the air from the conference room down the hall.

The door to my office opens and it is only my lover that enters. My child is moving away from me.

I am behind her before she can address me, my nose in her hair my breath tickling her ear, "My pretty fairy, come, tell me about your night then tell me your secrets."

Sookie's POV

Planning parties with Pam is fun. She has all the best web sites already bookmarked and has been involved in planning so many parties that she instinctively knows what will/won't work and who to call to make your visions reality.

The entire time with Pam, I could feel Eric's emotions changing with each task he dealt with. I could feel elation in the background I knew was caused by his maker's approach. It made me less nervous about meeting his maker since he was so happy. I knew that a maker could cause serious problems in vampire relationships and was glad that Eric wasn't worried.

I knew when his duties were completed and hurried to finish our plans. Pam must have known where I was heading because she offered to make the final calls. I truly do enjoy her company and feel more and more like I am where I am supposed to be.

Eric takes me pleasantly by surprise when I enter his office. In moments, I am in his arms and we are entering our private quarters. I force myself to pull away; how can we speak of such serious matters if my mind is lost to lust? Eric is having none of it and I am forced to surprise him. I pop out of his arms and appear a few yards away. In just that instant of my non-presence Eric is frantic. He is crouched and ready to attack.

"Shh, shhh, I am right here I only meant to get your attention." I know that he sees me but I can tell he is having difficulty controlling his instincts about me. I finally decide that it would be better for me to go back to him than for him to pounce on me and try to show me I am his! I slowly walk back to him, speaking quietly and soothingly "I only wanted to speak to you seriously. I am yours and there is much you need to know."

"Mine" he roars loudly, straightening his stance and encasing me in his arms. The burning hot lust has been replaced by a need to claim and comfort. He is literally rubbing himself all over me and stroking me everywhere as if to calm me.

"Lover you must calm yourself and sit on the bed. I cannot tell you and show you the things I need to, wrapped up in your arms." He looks disappointed but removes himself from me and sulks to our bed.

"I am not sorry for my feelings for you my pretty fairy. It would be wise if you did not use your talents to disappear from me."

"Eric, I said I was sorry. Now seriously, please."

"My pretty fairy, I am very interested in all you have to show and say; I was only hoping we could be naked while you were saying and showing."

"Have you received a response from Cataliades?"

"The demon has arranged a meeting for us. I must admit that I was surprised how civil Niall seemed to be with this situation. My past dealings with him have shown him to be rather arrogant and demanding; full of threats and unable to compromise."

"He will never threaten us because I will kill him and he knows it." Eric sat staring at me from the bed and I could feel the depth and breadth of emotions bubbling inside him.

"I have much love for my grandfather, as I do all my relatives. However, my life has been anything but normal. I was taken at least a dozen times from the royal palace or other places Niall tried hiding me. Hiding never did any good. Until the last time, I was too young and weak in magic, my spark had not reached its potential, to defend myself. Breadan would have me taken because he knew Niall showed great interest in me and he learned of my telepathy. Breadan would threaten, abuse, and torture me to try and gain my assistance." A wicked smile spreads across my face "I refused every time, no matter how cruel. When he would realize I would not crack he would have me returned to Niall as a message. The last time though, rage flooded me. I do not even remember all that occurred. I know that my spark exploded from me, harming several of Breadan's followers. I came back to myself with Breadan's intestines in my hands. I did not care whether he was alive or dead. I popped for the first time that night back to my bedroom.

After I cleaned up I reported to Niall. He had soldiers out looking for me and was very surprised to see me. I did not give him all the details because I just knew that he was no better than Breadan and would use me however he could. Winning the war was all he cared about and still does. Niall still does not know the extent of my powers but rumors of Breadan's near death caused him to test me. Niall left me with a book to study. He left it in hopes that I would unlock the secrets and either share them or the power I gained from the book with him. I read the book and behaved as if it was interesting but learned very little. The truth is that book, or grimoire I should say, opened up channels of power in me. Our ancestor's collected their deepest magical secrets in that grimoire. The knowledge and power are not free; you must sacrifice something in order to gain its secrets. This is why Niall can never figure out how to learn from it, he is unable to give of himself. I simply imbued the grimoire with all of my knowledge on telepathy, thus adding my secrets to our family grimoire and gaining all their secrets in return." Eric was staring at me with an intensity that belied the storm of emotions swirling in him now. "Are you still with me?"

"Continue" was his response.

"Well I decided then that I refused to be used anymore. I decided to leave but I could not tell my grandfather my true feelings so I told him I was leaving to get away from the war and the fighting. He readily agreed and quickly used it to his advantage by letting others know I was gone and led them to believe I had been taken by Breadan again. Then I met you and you did not want anything from me."

Eric remained silent and attentive.

"My grandfather has every reason to fear me. The power I gained from our family grimoire is the culmination of the knowledge and power of all my ancestors that have added and benefited from the book's magic. I can transform liquids, I can teleport, I have control over air and sky, I have the powers of telepathy and telekinesis, and there are many fae abilities I may yet gain as I age."

"Lover, you also seem to draw other supes to you. Your smile causes people to change alliances." He pulled me into his lap.

"Are you ready for all of me, my king?" he put his hands on either side of my face.

"I have been waiting too long for you lover." His lips pressed against mine and his hands pulled me closer to him. When he pulled away I saw in his face and felt in the bond bliss and excitement.

"What is it?"

"It is Godric, he is here."