A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I wont bore you with excuses! Thanks for being a faithful reader!

It's In The Blood

Eric Northman was a dead man.

If Russell Edgington wanted to kill Eric Northman he would have to get in line behind me. I was fuming. My heart was pounding and the energy inside of me was swirling with the intensity of a tornado. I clenched my fists as I paced back and forth as far the chain would let me, trying to formulate an escape plan. I don't know how long I had screamed Eric's name after he had shut the door on me, but my throat had begun to hurt prompting me to give up. And now my legs were threatening to give out. I resisted the urge to cry even as tears welled up, blurring my extremely limited vision. I had no idea what Eric planned to do with me. Was he so angry that I had chosen Alcide that he was just going to hand me over to Russell? Had my choosing to be with someone else so easily changed his mind about how he felt about me and my safety? How could he have ever truly cared about me if handing me over to a deranged lunatic vampire could be so easy?

Well what do you expect, Chase? He's a cold dead monster.

I shook my head at the negative thought. This just reaffirmed what I had been repeating like a broken record. Eric Northman and I did not belong together. If he could so easily put me in harm's way and offer me up to Russell like some dessert then he never really cared for me in the first place.

The energy was still rolling through me intensely, fueled by the panic that had seized me. I struggled with it, scared of what would happen if I let it free. Would I level the bar? Would I hurt myself? I didn't want to risk it. Using my powers could potentially make the situation worse.

I jumped as I heard the groan of the basement door opening and the click of heels descending the steps. I lifted my hand shielding my eyes from the sudden light and barely made out the form of a female. I tensed, expecting it to be Pam.

"Quick! I help!" came a heavily accented female voice. Her heels clicked louder as she came closer and I recognized her. It was the same woman that had come storming out of Fangtasia when I left the night before. I looked at her suspiciously, rising to my feet and pressing myself into the stone column. She didn't know me and had no reason to help me. What if it was some weird trick?

She came to a stop in front of me, dropping the fur coat hanging from her shoulders and showing me the key to my freedom. My heart fluttered and I leaned forward giving her access to the collar. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

"Yvetta," she replied sticking the key into the lock. "And I do anything to piss off Eric. He screw me-literally and figuratively- and I screw him back."

My face fell at her words and so did my stomach. "You are sleeping with Eric?"

She turned the key and the collar opened. "Not anymore. Him? He's big blown stupid. I hate."

"Ho- How long?" I asked tentatively slipping the collar from my neck. "How long have you been sleeping with him?"

Yvetta frowned in thought, her eyes going up to the ceiling. "Few months," she answered nonchalantly with a shrug.

I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. Months? It wasn't that long ago that I was under the impression that I had Eric all to myself. I couldn't stop the hurt that filled me and I felt like my eyes were going to water again. I wiped at them quickly and shook my head. I was not going to cry over this. I didn't know why I even felt surprised. He was a lying, cold, evil vampire that had literally locked me in his dungeon.

"Here. You take," she said rushing away from me and to the wall.

I couldn't see what she had grabbed, but when she returned she was holding a heavy silver chain. I took it from her, wrapping my hands around it. "Let's get the hell out of here!" I said through clenched teeth.

Yvetta nodded and followed me to the stairs. I hesitated, scared of what I would find on the other side of the door. Yvetta moved ahead of me, bursting through the door forcing me to follow, the chains clenched in my fists. I paused when I found no one in the bar area. I was half expecting Eric to appear to stop my escape.

"Go! Go!" Yvetta ordered pointing to the exit.

I hesitated again. "What about you?"

She waved me off with a huff. "I fine. Go!"

I nodded at her, thanking her again before I turned and ran for the door. I never made it.

I had expected to find Eric waiting, but instead I found Pam stepping out of the door marked employees only. Her face fell when she saw me and her fangs came down with a click. I felt my stomach tighten and I braced myself. She came running at me in vampire speed and I felt the energy inside of me spark. I didn't fight it this time, I embraced it, pulled on it until it flooded my entire body and I felt more alive than I ever had. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt. I felt invincible, unstoppable. Like I could do anything I wanted, say anything I wanted, have anything I wanted.

The chains dropped from my hands. My hand came out on instinct, channeling my power right at Pam, stopping her in her tracks. I imagined my power gripping her body, wrapping itself around her and lifting her into the air. My power listened, reacting just as I pictured it in my head. Pam's eyes widened in terror when her feet left the floor and I closed my hand into a fist, willing my power to squeeze her body tighter. I felt her bones crunch under the pressure, relished in the way she cried out in pain, and my lips slid into a smirk. I squeezed tighter, watching Pam's eyes bulge, feeling her unused organs scrunch, blood formed behind her eyes before spilling down her face like little rivers of blood tears, then her nose, and her mouth.

"Chase! Stop!"

I jumped at the sound of my name, turning to find Sookie and Bill staring at me with wide eyed horror. I felt my stomach drop as the energy immediately dissipated within me. I look down at my hands as I felt shame wash over me. What had I just done? I had let the power take over and it was dangerous. I felt sick again at the thought of how good I felt using it, how amazing and powerful I felt while hurting another. I turned back to Pam finding her in a crumpled heap on the floor, wiping blood from her face. I looked back to Sookie, Bill, and Yvetta, all still wearing masks of fear. I looked down at my hands again, still feeling the power coursing through my veins, begging me to use it.

"I…" I started shaking my head. I didn't know what to say. I looked at them helplessly. "I'm sorry."

I turned and marched out of the door. My stomach was swirling again, the dull feeling of nausea sitting in my gut. I resisted the urge to vomit and dug into my pocket for my keys, pausing when I didn't feel them. Eric must have grabbed them when he had taken my cellphone earlier. I almost laughed at my luck, feeling overwhelmed and upset and hysterical all at once. I leaned against the car, putting my head in my hands as tears welled in my eyes. Seconds later I was on the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks as I wondered just what the hell I was supposed to do. I heard Sookie calling my name and hesitated, turning to find her coming out of the bar after me. Bill followed behind her at a careful distance, his eyes locked on me. I realized bitterly that he was wary of me, that he felt a need to be cautious and protect her from me.

"Chase," she said softly when she reached me. She stopped a few feet from my car, looking cautious. I gathered that she was a little afraid of me too.

"Sookie, you should get out of here," I stopped her before she could start anything.

"Chase-."

"Sookie, for once, just listen to me and go away." The last thing I wanted was to hurt her or Bill.

She didn't listen of course. She came closer, determined and unafraid, and knelt next to me. I kept my eyes forward, not wanting to look at her and feeling irritated that she hadn't listened. "Let me take you home, Chase," Sookie said touching my shoulder carefully. "Let me help you."

"If Eric is looking for her we can't take her back to her home," Bill said stepping closer. "We will need to take her somewhere else."

"My house then," Sookie said with a nod. "Come on, Chase."

I looked up at her, feeling lost and afraid of myself. I rose back to my feet slowly, letting Sookie put her arm around me and turn me towards her car. "Bill, you drive."

"How did you know I was at Fangtasia?" I asked.

I was sitting in the backseat of Sookie's little yellow car, watching the scenery whipping past and struggling with the uneasy feeling in my stomach. I was grateful that Sookie and Bill had not questioned what happened to me or what I had been doing to Pam at Fangtasia. Their fears seemed to be eased for the time being, especially Bill's, I had notice him visibly relax after a twenty minutes in the car. My fears on the other hand had not been eased at all. My heart was still pounding and the power inside of me was still throbbing. I had almost Killed Pam. I had lost control and the power had completely taken me over. And I had loved every second of it. I had reveled in Pam's pain and suffering. It had put a smile on my face. And now I was disgusted with myself. I am dangerous, I realized bitterly. I could really hurt people or worse kill them.I didn't want to use my power ever again. I couldn't use it again. I lost all inhibitions when it took me over, it had nearly caused me to murder.

"Bill sensed it when you were in danger. We had to come and help," Sookie answered snapping me out of my thoughts.

I forgot that I had ingested Bill's blood. "Oh."

"Do you want to stop by your house to get some clothes?" Sookie asked.

I shook my head turned my head to look out the window, unsure of what to do. Eric had locked me in that basement for something to do with Russell, what if he came looking for me to complete the task? I had to get away from all of this, from Bon Temps. With Eric looking to hand me over to Russell I definitely wasn't safe in Bon Temps anymore.

Alcide.

His face popped into my head, reminding me of everything that I had almost given up earlier in Eric's office. I would go to Jackson and I would stay there with him. He would protect me. There was nothing left for me in Bon Temps. I could hire a moving company to pack up the house, I could stay in a hotel until I found a place. I needed to work on controlling this power and not letting it control me. I would find a way to stop it. Maybe I could even find a way to get rid-.

My brain snapped back into attention as Eric Northman and Russell Edgington landed directly in front of Sookie's car. Sookie screamed loudly and Bill slammed on the brakes. Russell put his hand on the hood as the car neared them, pressing down and forcing the car forward on its grill. Sookie and I weren't wearing seatbelts, which propelled us around the car. My head hit the window hard, causing pain to shoot through my face. I landed back against the seat, bumping into Sookie with a painful groan.

"Damn it," I said touching my face. I felt something wet and looked down to see blood on my fingertips.

The passenger door opened and Russell Edgington's face peeked in, looking at me and Sookie in delight. "How wonderful to find everyone I am looking for all together."

We knew there was no point in fighting. Eric and Russell were much stronger than Bill and I refused to use my powers again. I was scared of what I would become, of what I might do if I let it take control again. I didn't want to hurt Sookie or Bill. And as much as I would love to eviscerate Russell Edgington, I was afraid I wouldn't stop. I sat in the backseat, next to Bill and Sookie, while Eric drove and Russell sat happily in the passenger seat. I didn't know where they planned to take us and I couldn't stop the feeling of dread that was creeping up my spine.

I was mildly surprised when we pulled into Fangtasia. I knew the sun would be coming up soon and there was no way we would make it back to Russell's mansion in Jackson before dawn. Eric parked the car right next to mine and climbed out of the driver seat, moving the front seat forward so we could get out. I unfortunately was on Russell's side and he wasn't very gentle when he pulled me out by the forearm. He kept a firm grip on my arm as he then pulled Sookie out and held us both, a large smile on his face.

"Everything your deficient human eye can see will soon be mine," Russell said graciously, releasing Sookie's arm for just one moment to motion around him.

"Pride before fall," Sookie snapped in response, her arms crossed over her chest.

I noticed Bill being led to the entrance by Eric ahead of us and frowned when Bill suddenly turned to Eric and punched him in the face. They began fighting in vampire speed, moving too quickly for me to decipher who was winning. Russell and Sookie paid no mind to them as Russell guided us past the scuffle, still blathering on about how he was going to rule the world or something. Russell opened the door and pushed Sookie and I through, shutting the door on the fight still going on outside.

"Ms. Morgan, I have to say that you smell positively delightful, much different from the last time I saw you," he said as his fangs unsheathed with a click. He forced me to into a chair at one of the tables, pressing hard on my shoulders to get me to sit before doing the same to Sookie. "Has something changed about you?"

I hesitated, glancing at Sookie across the table, who looked at me with raised eyebrows. I didn't know how to answer. I wasn't about to tell him any more about myself than he already knew. Russell circled the table, coming to stand above me.

"I…I…I don't know," I stuttered, crossing my arms over my chest and hugging myself.

"Mr. Northman says that he is willing to offer you in trade for his life," Russell said placing a hand on my shoulder again. "I was unaware that you were his."

"I am not his," I said through clenched teeth, feeling the energy inside of me begin to throb faster. "I am not property. Definitely not something that can be traded."

Russell chuckled. "Oh, but you are so wrong Ms. Morgan," Russell countered. "In fact you were born to be someone's property. Dominic's specifically."

My skin crawled at the thought of what my mother had conceived me for. To be some vampire King's play thing and pet, to do his bidding and be his tasty snack whenever he pleased. My mother had been fooled. She had believed that Dominic wanted to use my blood to turn human so they could lead normal lives together, boy had she been wrong. I almost felt sorry for her, but it was hard when I knew she cared so little for me and for my father who she had hurt so badly with her betrayal.

"You knew," I said turning to look up at Russell. "You knew Dominic."

"Yes, for centuries, he was like a brother."

"So you knew what he had planned, you knew that he was looking for two people like my mother and father, the only people who could conceive someone like me?"

"One in a million people. The fae have been extinct for centuries. I believe your mother was the last full blood fae in this world. I have yet to meet another. And do you know how hard it is to find a true born male witch?" Russell huffed.

My mind went back to the dream I had. The dream where I was in the field with Emilia, where she begged for me to come back with her and save her people. If that wasn't a dream then that meant there were more fae out there. It meant that Sookie and I weren't the only ones left. But it didn't mean that there were others out there like me. It also didn't mean I was going to tell Russell there were more fae out there.

The door to Fangtasia opened and Eric sauntered through, a triumphant smile on his face, his hand holding the collar of Bill's shirt. Bill didn't look so triumphant. Eric led him to the table Sookie and I sat at, forcing him to sit down.

"Pam!"

The door marked employees only opened and Pam came through looking irritated. There was still some blood caked on her face, and she was walking as if she were in pain. She held a wet rag in her hand and I could see that she had been trying to clean the blood from her face. Eric's face fell when he saw her and Russell looked surprised.

"What the hell happened to you?" Russell asked with a chuckle.

Pam passed him an irritated glare before her eyes landed on me. Eric's head whipped around and he stared me down. "Chase did this to you?" he questioned looking back at her.

"She nearly killed me. I've fed and I am still healing…slowly," Pam retorted. Her icy eyes glared at me. If looks could kill I would surely be dead.

Russell's chuckling turned to full blown laughter. "How delightful!" he said clapping his hands. He placed his hand on my cheek, looking down at me in admiration. "You sure are a powerful little thing aren't you?" He leaned in close and took a deep breath, inhaling my scent. "I can't wait to taste you."

I recoiled from him in disgust, feeling a crackle of energy along my skin as I glared up at him. Eric stepped forward forcing Bill into a seat and restraining him with silver handcuffs behind his back. He growled in protest, but didn't fight.

"What exactly did you do to Pam?" Eric asked stepping towards me.

"I don't know," I answered. "My power took over and I lost control."

"She nearly killed me," Pam repeated through clenched teeth.

"Well what did you expect when you had me chained and held captive in the basement?" I snapped back angrily. I felt the energy inside of me surge, ready to be unleashed, ready to kill. I clenched my fists tighter, sparking pain in my palms where my nails dug in.

"Enough," Eric barked. "It's just further proof of how valuable she really is," he finished looking to Russell.

"Yes, I can see that. And I have heard myths and fables about the existence of people like her, but it doesn't mean that she can do all of the things that I may have heard."

"I've experienced it myself," Eric replied looking into my eyes. "Her blood allowed me to walk in the sun."

I felt my stomach drop and I looked at Eric in surprise. He really was just throwing me under the bus.

Russell huffed. "Please, impossible. I know she is powerful, she is a witch after all, but that's farfetched."

"It's true. I swear it on my progeny," Eric said motioning to Pam.

Russell's chuckling died down and his face became serious as he surveyed me like fine art. He didn't seem to believe Eric. He gave him an incredulous look for a long moment before turning back to me. One eyebrow arched as he took a step toward me.

"Is what Mr. Northman says true?" he asked me. "Was your blood capable of making him walk in the sunlight?"

I hesitated unable to stop myself from glancing at Eric who was looking at me expectedly. My thoughts went back to when my blood turned Eric human after a particularly heavy sex session that included him drinking more of my blood than he ever had. He was able to then walk in the sun as a human of course. But did I want Russell knowing that? Perhaps this was Eric's plan? To let Russell drink my blood and turn him human in which case it would be easier for Eric to kill him. That would be a smart plan. The downside meant that Russell had to feed on my blood. The main and only part of the plan I didn't like.

"Yes," I said finally after Russell's gaze turned to one of impatience. I locked eyes with Eric, hoping against hope that somehow I would make it out of this alive and that he still cared enough to save me if need be. "My blood let him walk in the sun."

"Chase," Sookie said quickly through clenched teeth.

"It's okay," I said to her. "It's the only way I will make it out of this alive. He can't kill me if he wants to have my blood on tap."

"Eric, do something, you can't let Russell feed on her," Sookie said ignoring me. "He will kill her."

Russell looked extremely interested. "Trust me, if what Ms. Morgan and Mr. Northman claim is true then I have no desire to harm Ms. Morgan," he cut in. "She is far more valuable to me alive."

"Bill, this is madness," Sookie said looking at Bill for assistance.

"Chase is valuable of course, but we cannot over look Sookie here," Eric said moving to stand behind her.

Eric placed his hands on her shoulders and I felt my teeth clench. I felt my stomach drop next. That old familiar hint of jealousy coming to take a seat in my belly. I hated that I still felt that way even after everything. I forced my teeth to unclench and tried to swallow the sickening feeling in my throat.

"Overlook Ms. Stackhouse?" Russell prompted.

"Yes, Sookie's blood will also allow you to walk in the daylight," Eric said, his smile widening.

Sookie's face fell and she looked up at Eric in disbelief. Russell scoffed. "You expect me to believe she is fairy as well?" he asked pointing to Sookie. "Now her I believe," he motioned to me. "I had a hand in her very creation, but this girl from a little scumhole in Louisiana?" he finished with a huff.

"Hey," Sookie said with a frown.

"I didn't say she was anywhere near full fairy," Eric continued. "She is a human fairy hybrid. Which helps save her from detection. Chase is more fairy than Sookie as her mother was a full blood fairy, while long ago one of Sookie's relatives mated with a fairy. It has been diluted as it moved down the blood line. Sookie may the last of her kind, your last chance at feeling the sun on your skin while remaining a vampire."

Sookie's eyes locked with mine as I listened to Eric's words. Why was he throwing Sookie under the bus? Was this his sordid way of protecting us both somehow? And did he really know that Sookie's blood could allow a vampire to walk in the daylight?

"Drink her blood," Eric continued. "You will see."

Russell still seemed unconvinced as he walked away from the table. He opened the bag slung over his shoulder messenger style and pulled out an elegant looking glass container filled with dark red contents. He set it carefully on the bar, his hands and eyes lingering on it for a long moment.

"You're crazy Eric, nothing in my blood is some supernatural sunscreen for you all," Sookie said desperately leaning forward in her chair. "Why would you even think that?"

There was a short silence before Bill straightened his chair, his wrists sizzled against the silver bound around them. "Sookie, you're wrong. What Eric says is true. I never told you..."

Sookie's face fell at the same time as mine and we both turned to Bill in shock. Was he really siding with Eric?

"Bill has experienced it for himself," Eric said looking to Russell.

Russell mocked surprise and astonishment. "Oh well that's reassuring. A testimonial from the mendacious Mr. Compton," Russell replied sarcastically.

Sookie turned to Bill, tears welling in her eyes. "A new beginning? We'll start over?"

Bill ignored her, turning to Russell, desperation hinting in his eyes. "I can't force you to believe me. You will have to see for yourself."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Sookie demanded leaning forward in her chair.

"We've tried fighting him and we will never win. It's the only way that you might stay alive, Sookie," Bill said sincerely. "If Russell develops a taste for your blood he might allow you to live."

"Bill, please," Sookie pleaded.

Eric loomed over Russell. "So?"

"I'm intrigued," Russell answered, a smile spreading across his lips. Apparently a testimonial from Bill was exactly what he needed.

Eric looked pleased. "Excellent."

"And while I find your testimonials about Sookie Stackhouse very tempting, I am more intrigued by Ms. Morgan here," he said. "We can test Ms. Stackhouse's blood another day, I am finding the scent of Ms. Morgan here far too hard to resist any longer."

My throat tightened at Russell's words and there was a brief hint of panic that rushed through me. I tried to remain confident. Eric had to have some plan, he always said that my safety was his highest priority and I hoped that just because I was starting something with Alcide, it didn't mean that he no longer cared.

"Just remember," Eric warned. "If you kill her, you will never be able to taste her again and you will lose a valuable-."

"I know," Russell cut in. "I do have one condition."

Eric hesitated, looking at Russell with one arched eyebrow.

"You go first," Russell finished.

A smile formed on Eric's lip. The smile didn't seem genuine, it didn't reach his eyes. It almost looked forced. "My pleasure," he agreed.

Russell clapped his hands together and looked around the room with glee. "Well now, then we wait for dawn."