AN: Hugs and Kisses to FangbagerLayla and Corinne, you both made my day on Wednesday. Padore requested to learn how they first meet in a flashback, so I have acquiesced to your request. I hope you like how Sookie and Eric first met. It is a tiny bit disjointed, but I hope you can follow it. I was thinking about it being a one-shot, but I think it worked ok here. Tell me what you think. Oh, and I used Google for the translation, so if it is wrong, blame Google.

Edited 2020

Chapter 3 Remembrance and Retribution

Eric's Point of View

The last couple of days have been interesting. When Bruce brought the missing money to my attention, I was furious. No one, and I mean no one steals from me. Longshadow will wish for the true death long before I am done with him. It did give me an excuse to talk to Sookie. She is one of the most intriguing humans well part humans that I have ever met. I remember the first night I met here, and I have only ever imagined what she thought before she came.

Sookie's Point of View of First Meeting

Lafayette has been bugging me for weeks to go to this club. Honestly, I only agreed to go out of curiosity. I had never met a Vampire, and the prospect of doing so was intriguing. I mean, I love history, and talking to someone who experienced it is mind-blowing. If I could have gone for three majors, I would have included history, but I have my hands full as it is with English and Literature. Lafayette had declared that we needed a night out, and why not add some controlled danger to the mix. Lafayette has always been a free-spirited fellow, and I have gotten swept up a time or two in his spiritedness. Tonight we are going to Fangtasia, and I am just a little nervous. Because of my little quirk, I don't always do well in large crowds of people. My quirk is also why I don't date. Knowing what your date is thinking about, you can halt the conversation. Lafayette is picking me up in about ten minutes, so that gives me just enough time to finish my hair. Gran told me to be careful but still try to have fun as she left for her meeting. I had asked Lala what I should wear cause I did not want to stick out. He told me that most of the patrons go for the dark gothic look. I tried, but I just can't bring myself to wear dark colors unless I am going to a funeral. So I decided if I was going to stick out, I might as well stand out. You would probably ask what the difference is between those two. Well, for me, it is all about confidence. I picked out one of my favorite sundresses. It has a halter neckline and is creamy off white with delicate little red flowers all over it. It looks fabulous with my tan. I pair it with my shiny red patent leather pumps and a red cardigan. I finish curling my hair and pull it back with a headband. I am putting on a little mascara when Lafayette knocks on the back door and hollering as he comes in.

"I'm up here," I call from my bathroom. I hear Lafayette coming up the steps as I dab on itty bitty amount of my vanilla perfume.

"Ohh, honey child, you look good." He says, coming into my room.

"You don't think it is too much, do you," I ask, turning around.

"Nu-uh, you look perfect. Let's get goin' I want to dance." He said, pulling me along with him. The ride was fun. We sang along to the music on the radio in my case, poorly. When we arrived, the line to get in was long. Lafayette parked, and we joined the back of the line. I was doing pretty good handling my shields around all these people. I did slip a few times as we were getting closer to the front. All of the thoughts that I caught were about one vampire. He was gorgeous, but he also seemed to be a player. Between the fantasies about him and the memories of what he had done to them, I had seen more of this vampire than I have of most people. A beautiful female vampire was at the door, checking ids. She was dressed much like everyone else we had seen so far. She looked like Disney's version Alice in wonderland if Alice wore black thigh highs and corsets. She had had a bored look on her face as she let people in. Her expression changed when she took us in. An intoxicated smile passed over her face. I liked her instantly when I found out that her mind was a void to me. It was blissfully silent.

"Welcome to Fangtasia, where all your bloody dreams come true ids, please." She said, holding out her hand. We passed her our ids, and then we were ushered in. The atmosphere in the club was loud and sultry. Lala and I wasted no time getting on to the dance floor. We danced for quite a while with several people. I may not be able to carry a tune in a bucket with the lid on it, but I can dance. I felt like I was in a trance swaying, grinding, and gyrating to the music. My head felt funny all of a sudden, like someone was pushing on my shields. It was starting to hurt a little, but it was gone almost as soon as it came. I was brought out of my thoughts by a pair of cold hands snaking around my waits.

Eric's Point of View of First Meeting

I was, to turn a phrase that Pam had picked up from her time in Minnesota bored out of my gourd. The filth that frequented my club was tedious. They enjoyed being miss treated, which I will never understand. The endless sea of black and sweat held no interest to me as I sat on my throne. They were all ridiculously skinny and covered in black from head to toe. Most of them were not appealing at all. The few that I had fed from all tasted bland. I watched an incredibly pathetic creature argue with itself on how to approach me when I felt a drastic change in the bond I shared with my progeny. Pam seemed almost giddy. I texted her to find out what had drawn her attention.

E: What is with the giddiness?

P: I think I will just let you figure it out.

I exhaled unnecessarily and then caught the most tantalizing scent in the air. I scanned the crowd to find where it was emanating from. When I spotted her, all I could think was mine. Her long curly blond hair was almost the same shade as mine. Her blue eyes held me captive as I watched her dance. She had the entire vampire population of the bar watching her body ungulate to the beat. What a perfect body it was too. She had the most glorious curves, those of a real woman. Curves that would fit my hands like a pair of gloves. I called Pam up to me to find out who this magnificent goddess was.

"Tell me," I ordered when Pam zoomed up to the platform behind my throne.

"Sookie Stackhouse, 21 as of July, resides in Bon Temps. Her friend, this evening, is Lafayette Reynolds. Master, would you be willing to share? She smells so good." Pam whispered, leaning forward.

"No." Was all I said. I tried to make eye contact with my Sookie. I tried and failed to push my influence upon her. It was the first time that had ever happened. She shook it off and continued to dance. I came up behind her at an inhuman pace and then pulled her into my body. I had to know what she was. She spun in my arms and let out a surprised yelp. A lovely blush crept up her neck when she met my eyes.

"Hello," She said, trying to distance herself from me. Her voice was like a wind chime, soft, and melodic. I let go of her, not wanting to scare her away.

"Would you care to join me for a drink?" I offered with the hope of hearing her speak again. She looked at her friend. It was like they were having a silent conversation. "He can come as well." She nodded her head, and I took her hand, leading her over to my booth. Sookie slid gracefully into the right side of the booth, which faced the club. I joined her, and her friend Lafayette sat across from us.

Almost as soon as we were seated, Ginger appeared to take their orders. "What can I get y'all to drink?"

"A Bluebird with extra cherries," Lafayette requested first.

"Could I have a Shirley Temple, please but no lemon?" She asked politely. Ginger nodded and went to place their orders.

"I am surprised you did not request something with more bite," I say casually, placing my arm on the back of the seat.

"I'm not a fan of spirits. They give me headaches." She explained, picking at the napkin in front of her.

"We wouldn't want that, would we? I have been remiss in introducing myself. I am Eric and you Lover, what may I call you? " I placed my hand on hers in an attempt to catch her eyes again.

"I'm Sookie, and this is my friend Lafayette." When she looked at me, I tried to entrance her, but it still did not work. Her face scrunched up in discomfort. I was both frustrated and intrigued by this beauty. She then seems to shrink back into herself, pulling her hand from mine. I want nothing more than to make her smile again.

Sookie's Point of View of First Meeting Part 2

My head has been feeling weird all night. I was doing real well with my shields till my head starting hurting. Then Eric approached me and invited us to have a drink with him, and they just collapsed. I almost miss it when he refers to me as Lover, but I introduce myself and ignore it. His silence seems to comfort me, but then my head felt weird, and everything flooded in, making me feel sick.

Who does she think she is?

Nothing but a white trash whore.

Fat bitch! She ain't got nothin' on me.

What do they have that I don't?

I wonder if they would let me join them.

God, her tits are enormous. I just want to shove my face in them.

I hope my back up arrives while they are still in there. I have dealt with hear what people think about me all my life, but this was extreme. The last one had me worried. I felt out to listen to what I could from the bathroom. Someone was getting feed on, and they were enjoying it immensely. The biggest problem with that was that it was illegal in public, and an undercover officer was waiting on his back up to arrive. By the sound of it, they should be here any second. I really didn't want to say anything for fear of what would happen, but I just couldn't let Eric get in trouble. I figure the best way to go about it is to pretend to find them in the bathroom.

"Will you excuse me for a moment I need to go to the lady's room?" I ask. He stands fluidly and helps me up. I think he can tell I'm lying, but he lets me go. I make my way back to the bathroom, and I really wish I had not. There is a female vampire feeding and grinding on a man in the middle of the room. I shriek in surprise and go to leave, but the female vampire blocks my path. I cry out again when she grabs my arm so tight that her nails nick my skin.

Eric's Point of View of First Meeting Part 2

When Sookie asks to be excused, I notice that her heart rate has skyrocketed. I help her up, worried something is wrong. I stay focused on her as she retreats to the restroom. I hear her scream in fright, and I rush to see what is going on. I find Diane, a new vampire, to my area and has an issue following orders clutching Sookie so hard she is bleeding. There is a man on the other side of the room with large fang marks dripping on his neck. I wrench Diane away from her.

"Get the Fuck out and take that with you," I gesture to the bleeding man, before continuing. "You are banned from my area for public feeding you have until sunrise." I turn my attention to Sookie. She is shaking. "Sookie, are you alright?" I ask in a much gentler voice. She looks in my direction and then faints. I catch her just as I hear sirens in the distance. I vamp her out to my vett and text Pam to bring her friend to one of my safe houses not too far from the club. I pull out of the parking lot as the police enter from the other side. As I accelerate, I am bathed in a fragrance I had not smelled for centuries. The aroma is coming from the small moon-shaped cuts on Sookie's arm. My little Lover is a fairy.

Eric's Point of View Present

On top of that, I have been trying to figure out what has been going on with my maker. The emotions from his side of our bound have become more and more disturbing. He is the one that taught me that I need to own my feelings, or they would own me. I feel as though he has forgotten his teachings. I found it fascinating to watch the two of them interact this evening. With her infectious smile and charm, Sookie could warm any heart no matter how long it has not beaten. Godric's reaction to her had me both happy and jealous. I have long considered her mine even if she does not acknowledge it yet. It is only a matter of time, which I have in spades. I am glad that he has found something of interest to him, but I don't know how well Sookie would take to being shared. Our conversation in the car was more for his benefit than anything. Though I enjoy her passion for her studies, I would like to have that passion focused on me. I am almost disappointed when she exits the vehicle.

"You noticed, too," I replied, accelerating. "I have had the pleasure of meeting Sookie's kin. They are a bit of a deterrent. I am sure you are familiar with the name Brigant."

"That does complicate things. Does Sookie know what she is? Where in her lineage is the fae from?" My master asks, intrigued.

"I don't believe so. I know that Sookie has not met her supe family. She is the granddaughter of Fintan Brigant. He approached me a couple of weeks ago in the hopes that I would introduce them. As I understand it, her Grandmother did not tell her about any of it before she passed. As far as I know, Sookie thinks she is a human with something extra." I replied, merging on to the interstate.

"How did you respond to his request?" Godric questioned.

"I told him that if he wanted to meet her, then he needed to approach her on his own. I do not want to be involved if it does not go well." I answered. I want nothing more than to be more involved in her life, but the little fact that she is a fairy princess makes claiming her next to impossible.

"I suppose that you do not want her blaming you if it does." He postulated. "Who else knows about her?"

"That I am not sure of. She has been claimed by the Brigant family her entire life, even if she does not know it. That miscreant Compton knows or at least suspects. I have had some of my investigators looking into just how much he does. I have a feeling that Sophie Ann knows, and that is why he is here." I say as we pull back into the parking lot of Fangtasia. We pause our conversation for now. I need to deal with the thief.

"Do you wish to participate?" I ask about what is about to occur. He shakes his head no and makes his way into my office. I had texted Pam to have Longshadow in chains upon my return.

I sweep into the basement to find them both seated waiting. Pam is seated on the edge of her seat, just itching to play. Longshadow is chained down with a silver chain to a chair of Pam's invention. At first look, it appears to be an ordinary plush chair; however, the chair's skeleton is made of iron and silver. It weakens all supes to sit in it. All of his usual fight was gone. I lock the door so that we are not disturbed and make my way down the stairs. "I have a few questions for you, and if I am not pleased with your answers, your life is forfeit. Do you understand me?" I say, walking up to stand in front of him. He remained silent but nodded his head.

"Good. First, why did you steal from me? Don't deny it. I have all the proof I already need." I demand.

"I was following the orders of my maker." He said in a flat tone.

"Why did Hot Rain deem it necessary for you to steal?" I prod he takes an unnecessary breath.

"Several of his business ventures have gone under, and he needed cash flow to pay off debts. He did not want to incur more debuts to pay others. He ordered me not to say anything unless I got caught." He hung his head.

"You know I would have given you the money if you would have asked. I can't trust you anymore. You need to be punished. I have thought about what I would do to the one who stole from me the true death just seems to kind. I know that you're familiar with just how much Pam enjoys playing. I think I am going to let her spend some time with you." I turn to look at Pam and see the glee in her eyes. "Städa upp när du är klar. (Clean up when you're finished.)" I tell her as I head back up the stairs. Godric is lounging on the new leather couch in my office. His eyes shut, and he has a smile on his face. I sit down at my desk chair to work on area business when there is a loud pop.