I own none of the characters in this fan fiction. They are based on the Sookie Stackhouse series. This story is located somewhere between "Dead as a Doornail" and "All Together Dead". It takes parts from the whole series, but there is a twist I promise. I was devastated when the author did away with the blood bond and ultimately ended the relationship which I think defined the series. This is very Team Eric / Sookie. This is rated M for sexual content and violence.

Chapter 2

Sookie's POV

The next morning she woke up smiling. The house was dark of course; all the windows had been replaced with that tinted glass that they use in vampire hotels. She went downstairs to the kitchen, made some coffee and grabbed a bagel. Eric's maid always made sure that there was plenty of food in the house for her. She sat down at the kitchen table and started to make a list of the things she needed to do before they left for North Carolina.

Number one on the list was new clothes. She didn't have a ton of clothes that weren't casual and vampires loved to dress up. So, she would stop in at Tara's shop after she stopped at Merlotte's. Eric always left a credit there, since it seemed like I needed clothes every other week for some vampire occasion or another. Between that and constantly ripping her clothes off, she found herself shopping somewhat often these days. Tara has been her best friend since kindergarten. She just had a baby with JB. They are happy, though not ecstatically so. Tara told her once that she felt she rushed into the marriage, and now here she was with a husband and baby. Sookie often thought about the fact that she would never have a baby if she was with a vampire, but then again, she never thought she would have a boyfriend so she tried to stay grateful that her life landed her where it did.

Going down the list, she had added packing, notifying Sam, and locking up the house. There wasn't a lot of time left to get stuff done. The hours seemed to be ticking away while she sat there.

She scribbled Eric a quick note on the memo pad in the kitchen which read…"E…I went to Bon Temps to get some things and let Sam know that I will be taking off for awhile. I'll see you later at the bar. Love, Sookie."

With that, she gathered her purse and headed out the door. Oh shoot, her car was at the bar. Dang it all. She reached in her purse to call a cab. She knew Eric wouldn't mind if she took his car, but she really didn't like driving the corvette all that much. He, of course, thought she was insane for preferring her old, beat up car to his brand new sports car. The cab pulled up in front of the house a few minutes later and she was on her way to Fangtasia to get her car and shortly after that on her way back to Bon Temps.

Pulling around back of the old farm house; it always felt like she was gone forever when she stayed at Eric's house. She jumped out of the car and started to make her way up the porch steps. Suddenly there was a noise somewhere behind her so she turned around cautiously. There was no one there. As she stepped onto the porch, she felt lightheaded and it felt like she was a feather floating in mid-air lofting her way down to the ground.

Eric's POV

"WHERE is she?" Eric roared. He looked at the clock. It was ten o'clock. He knew that something was wrong. There was no answer on her phone. No word at all. He stared at Pam. Pam was actually a little afraid of what he might do right now. He was completely out of control. For an hour he had been making calls, taking time out every now and then to shout orders to the staff in between hurling insults at them for their lack of knowledge.

He had ordered Bill to go to her house. Her car was in the driveway, but no Sookie. When he called Eric to tell him what he found, Eric slammed the phone on his desk. "Pam! I am going to her house now! We have to find her! Bill is obviously incapable. You will go to Merlotte's. " He was yelling but Pam could hear the desperation in his voice. He sat down in his office chair and put his head in his hands. "I can't feel her Pam. What does that mean?" He looked up at her. She wanted to say she was sorry, but realized that would be the wrong thing to say right now.

"It doesn't mean anything. We will find her." She turned on her heel to walk out of the office with him closely behind her. She looked around. Everyone in the bar was kind of on pins and needles right now. The air was so thick with tension that you could feel it. Eric was the oldest vampire in the vicinity and as such, having someone as old as him in a state of anguish, not only felt dangerous but it was. Everyone turned to stare at the ceiling or anything else besides him. He didn't notice the patrons as he stormed out of the building.

When he arrived at Sookie's, Bill was standing on the lawn. "Bill." He nodded somberly. "Find anything else?" Annoyed with his obvious lack of evidence, Eric stood staring into the distance.

"Nothing."

He walked around the back of the house. Nothing. No sign. The house was locked up tight. Sookie had not rescinded her invitation for Bill to enter but the door was locked. Annoyed and turning to glare at Bill momentarily, he started looking around for a key before resorting to breaking down the door, when he saw something shimmering on the ground. "Bill!" Before he could get there, Bill was standing beside him. Sookie's keys were lying on the ground partly underneath a bush to the side of the porch. "Well…I guess we know she didn't make it into the house."

At that moment Eric's phone rang. "No she's not here. I found her keys outside. It doesn't look like she made it into the house. I don't smell any were's or anything else out of the ordinary. It is possible that Sookie was taken by a human." On the other end of the line, Pam was being really careful not to be sarcastic right now. Eric was already on edge and she didn't want to do anything to send him over it.

Eric unlocked the house and stepped inside. The house was eerily quiet and deserted. He heard what he assumed was Pam arriving. In less than a minute Eric appeared outside. "She never showed up to Merlotte's tonight. Her shifter boss was really uncooperative but I'm convinced he knows nothing."

"Pam, if anything happens to Sookie, I will never forgive myself."

"They obviously want her alive. If they didn't they would have killed her here. There is no blood. There is nothing. We would have smelled her blood or her death." She was doing everything she could to reason with him. "And Eric, if they know about Sookie, they'd want to keep her alive anyways due to her gift. And if they don't and they are doing it to hurt you, they would still keep her alive for leverage."

"Right you are Pam" he said with absolutely no emotion present in his voice or on his face. She knew differently however. Her maker was nothing if not enraged right now.

Inside he was absolutely seething with anger. Who would challenge him? There were very few vampires that even stood a chance against him and most of them were part of the Authority. Anyone else would know his reputation for winning wars and disposing of people. It had to be someone formidable. Bertrand. At this point though there was nothing they could do except search. What bothered him most of all was that he couldn't feel the bond. If she wasn't dead, than what was she? At the very least, she had to be unconscious or locked away somewhere that he couldn't feel her. Calling on the Gods, he vowed his revenge to anyone involved with her disappearance.