*** hey ya'll! Sorry for my lack of posting but I have been busy busy busy! I have some news, I have been talking to a recruiter for the Army Reserves and I may be joining if I can get a certain medical waiver. Yeah, this old and decrepit mom of three may still have it in her. I need to do something while I'm still young enough. That's just me though, never happy with where I'm at and what I'm doing and always craving more and more. Maybe that's why I identify with Eric so much! Lol. So I apologize for the shortness of the chapters as of late. I'm fitting them in as best as I can between 3rd shift work, three kids and housework and now this Army Reserve stuff, so I can keep you all interested. I promise I have big plans for this story and a bunch of companion stories as well! - PleasantlyWeird

Chapter 67

She's Nosy, But She's Right

Sookie's POV is in italics, Eric's POV is in bold, Sophie-Anne's interjections are underlined and italicized. Conversation is in normal print.

Picture this, if you will, two vampires, alone in the basement hideaway of their home. One is a gloriously handsome and ancient ex-Viking with a humongous penis that doesn't seem to work anymore, the other a hot little blond barmaid who stupidly set the stage for his humongous penis not to work anymore. Both of them are pissed, she's angry because he insulted her abilities and underestimated her yet again. He's embarrassed and upset that not-so-little-Eric-jr. Seems to be on vacation while his mind is still hornier than ever. Here's how that situation is going at the present time;

Wow, a 1000 year old vampire who sulks. That's truly hot, NOT! Why doesn't he just get the hell over it and admit that I glamored him and it'll be done. Then we can get back to doing all the naked stuff and actually talking. He's even refusing to be naked around me.

I'm losing it! In all my years, I've never had a problem with this. The more adverse things have gotten for me, the harder I've gotten at the thought of battling my way out. Even when I've been tortured and beaten at times in my long history, I've never had a problem with VED. I've heard about it before with other vampires, but unlike me, it's because they have lost any interest in sex and basically given up out of lack of desire. I still have the desire, just like right now I have the desire to choke that shitty look off of my blood-bonded's face as she glares at me.

I'm fighting the urge to stoop to his level as he sulks, I want to stick my tongue out at him and give him the finger. What a baby! I know I could just wish for this whole thing to be over and done with but that's not going to satisfy my indignation. He needs to recognize that he is not the end-all, be-all of everything vampire.

Sookie, you must end this now. There is too much danger for you to be having this silly lover's quarrel.

Fucking wonderful, here comes Queen of the Damned now to put in her two cents. Wasn't this the bitch who told me to use any weapon available to me in love, war and yada yada yada? News flash for you Sophie-Ann, I ain't interested in hearing your blood-sucking Dear Abby advice right now. Piss off!

You will listen to me you obstinate fool! There is more at stake here than you could ever fathom! I am speaking of final death for you and your maker, for everyone that you hold dear! Do you think the Fellowship will suffer anyone with the slightest association to you to live?

Okay, you have my attention.

Eric is a proud man. A thousand years he has walked this world and suffered many indignities but never has he suffered such a blow to his pride and his manhood. His sexuality defines him in a myriad of ways, it is not who he is totally, but you know better than anyone what a tremendously sensual creature he is. You have been on the receiving end of those benefits quite a lot, no?

Okay, yes, yes I have. But I'm also a proud creature and he made me feel as if I were totally incompetent!

Mon enfant, as a woman, and a telepath, you know better than almost anyone the injustices and indignities that the fairer sex suffer due to the male species and their need to dominate and control. It is only to our advantage that we allow them to believe that they are in control while we pull their strings and play the true role of master. Even as Queen, there are times that I must defer to those around me simply because they have a penis and I, a vagina.

So, what should I do? I'm not going to wish my way out of this. I refuse to apologize.

You must apologize to him. As much as your pride is wounded, his is more so and ten-fold. While his perception of you is that you have not the ability to glamor him, it is merely that, a perception. You have made it impossible for him to function as your mate and your maker by taking away a vital part of his identity that both of you seem to enjoy frequently.

Do you know everything we do? I mean EVERYTHING?

Cher, I am aware of all that you do, you are also bonded to me for your protection and to ensure that my plans are fail safe. There was a small amount of my blood mixed with the blood I gave you in my Court that night. You should keep this secret from your lover for now. It shall all be revealed to him in good time. I vow to you that I do not track you this way, I merely use it to seek your mind out when you need an advisor. I am not nor have ever been a voyeur, especially when there is a male involved.

I'm not sure I like the idea of being bonded to Sophie-Ann in any small way and I sure as hell don't like the idea of keeping yet another secret from Eric. This was getting way to complicated for me and fast.

She seems to be having what she calls down time. I have failed her and she will leave me now that I can no longer perform as her lover. I'm sure she will deny herself for as long as she can, but even as a human, she had an extraordinary appetite for sex and it's been magnified by her change. I feel shame. The gods have chosen to punish me for my pride and I deserve it. Maybe it's time for my end, I can't see the point of continuing in this state of being.

What the fuck is this feeling he's sending me through the bond? I've never felt so helpless and in despair before. What's he thinking? I'll dig deeper, I need to know because right now all I feel like doing is walking in front of a semi-truck and ending it all. Is that what he's thinking? Oh my god! He's thinking about meeting the sun because of this? Because his dick is out of order? SHIT! What have I done? What do I do? God, I have to fix this right now!

I wish that we could go back to the very minute before I first glamored Eric into not making me chase him through the forest after I killed Luke McDonald.

Right before the magic happened and they disaparated to an earlier point in time, the Viking smiled to himself and allowed himself one final, private thought.

Worked like a charm.