A/N: More of Eric in this chapter. I've missed writing about the cocky little shit that is the equally sexy Viking. Sigh, am I right?

Disclaimer: I do not own True blood; I just borrowed the characters for a bit of fun!

Chapter Fifteen
Drainers Are The Morally Corrupt

As soon as her shift ended and she had clocked out Sookie didn't hesitate to approach Godric, trying to ignore the previous unexpected jealousy she had felt seeing him interact with the women who had made their intentions towards him very clear. She had no right to feel anything of the sort, especially since Godric was free to be intimate with whoever took his fancy.

The sooner she accepted that the better.

Surprisingly, the drive to Fantasia was a comfortable silence rather than there being a consistent conversation between her and Godric. It was nice, Sookie enjoying the peaceful moment between the both of them as the only noise present consisted of her light breathing and the noisy clanging of her car, informing her that it was time to get her baby looked at again.

She couldn't help but chew her bottom lip as she thought about how much it was going to set her back this time.

Godric was the one who broke the silence. "Does my childe require your services often?"

Sookie thought about it. "I haven't really known Eric long enough for it to be a regular thing," she glanced in his direction before turning her attention back towards the road in front of her. She couldn't afford to get into an accident. Still, she couldn't help but reflect back on the last time she was at Fangtasia, and she shuddered at the memory of being attacked by Longshaw.

Maybe she should have requested injury compensation.

Lips quirking at the thought, Sookie pulled into the parking lot only to quickly touch the brake when she saw the lack of parking spaces. She frowned, and while it was far from a surprise that the place was packed that didn't stop her from being frustrated when she caught sight of the lack of empty spaces.

She hated to think of how early the people queuing at the front of the line had gotten there and how long they had been waiting.

"I don't suppose you know the area well enough to know where else I can part?" she asked hopefully. "I don't come to any other place in Shreveport, well not on a regular basis, so I'm pretty much stumped."

Godric frowned, "park in the staff car park."

"But-"

"You are here as an employee as well as having a more personal relationship with him, little one. Eric will not mind."

"Well, if you're sure he won't mind."

Cringing, Sookie for once did as she was told as she pulled her beaten up yellow car into a parking space. Her car looked even crappier next to Eric's bright red corvette, but her car was still somewhat reliable and considering how cheap it was it had done well for its age. As long as it got her from point A to point B she was happy.

Pleasantly surprised at Godric opening her door for her she smiled "thank you."

It was quiet in the club, Eric clearly not have opened yet as Sookie entered alongside Godric. She couldn't help but take in the atmosphere when the place was pretty much empty apart from the odd few members of staff, both human and vampire, pottering about. It was strange not seeing the place teaming with life.

"Don't suppose you know what he wants me to do?"

"I believe he has two humans hooked on V."

"Oh,"

Not really surprised, Sookie slipped off her coat before looking around for a place to put it.

"Here," Godric reached for it only to disappear for a split second. He was back by her side before she had fully realised he had disappeared on her.

"Uh, thanks."

Catching sight of Godric's lips quirking, Sookie's smile widened before she scanned her surroundings, taking in the place before it was filled to the brim with people of all professions dressed in latex and black. It wasn't until Pam suddenly appeared in front of her that she jumped, Pam's red stained lips curved upwards in a predatory smirk that told her that the vampire took much amusement in surprising her.

"Ah, it is good to see you again, Sookie."

Staring wide eyed in shock, Sookie was suddenly wrapped in the embrace of Pam, cool arms chilling her tanned skin. What was going on? Pam had never given her the impression that she liked her, nor had they physically touched until that moment. She was completely out of her element. Could vampires get high?

Gingerly, Sookie patted her on the back. Just because she was completely out of her element did not mean that she was rude enough not to return Pam's hug. It was strange, yes, but it wasn't the weirdest thing she had ever come across in her life. She was a telepath for goodness sake; this was nothing; even if she was positive Pam had just inhaled her scent.

"Pam," she asked hesitantly. "Are you sniffing me?"

As if a switch had been flicked Pam pulled away, her expression one of smugness, as if she hadn't just hugged the hell out of her with no explanation. She couldn't help but wonder whether she was missing something important.

"Well, you do look a right treat" she purred. Sookie never thought she would be relieved to see the old Pam back. "I can see the appeal of that dingy bar if the waitresses are so deliciously dressed."

Sookie tugged self-consciously at the bottom of her shorts. Perhaps she should have changed. Clearing her throat she figured she might as well get this over with as soon as possible. She had the morning shift tomorrow so the sooner she got everything cleared up here she could head home, shower and sleep.

"Is Eric around?"

Pam's smirk widened, the tips of her fangs peeking through her lips. "So eager, he will be pleased."

"I didn't-"was all Sookie could protest before Pam was gone. She sighed. "I didn't mean it like that," she continued to no one but herself. She frowned before making a move to a corner booth with Godric's quiet yet soothing presence following behind her like a protective shadow.

"She is only teasing, älskling." Godric's lips curled. "Pamela, as I am discovering, is very much like her maker in that aspect."

Curiosity gained the better of her. "Has she always been like that?"

What she hadn't prepared herself for was a light shrug of Godric's shoulders. It seemed like such a human gesture and she couldn't help but wonder whether he was doing it for her benefit in order to appear more human. She frowned at the thought, not liking the idea of him believing he needed to change himself in order to get along with her. It wasn't as if she didn't like Godric because she did, not to mention she was used to the way vampires were pretty much rigid in all of their actions.

"I am unaware. I had not had the pleasure of meeting the childe Eric had sired until my arrival at Bon Temps."

Oh.

"I thought makers meeting who their creations sired was important." She didn't mean to risk offending but she was curious.

Thankfully, Godric didn't seem to take offence; that would never be her intention. "Another old tradition that I myself have lacked on I would admit. I am pleased that Eric has sired himself a childe that I consider worthy of eternal life, however, I do hold regrets about not visiting sooner."

It was obvious on Pam and Eric's arrival that Pam had heard it perfectly, her eyes lit with something akin to pride and relief that Sookie found rather human on someone with the almost sadistic personality that was Pam. It was a nice change she found.

"Sookie," Eric moved to sit in the front of her, "you are looking ravishing tonight" he purred.

Despite herself, she blushed. "I'm in my uniform and I smell like beer and chip fat."

"And yet still you look good enough to eat," he flashed his fangs.

Used to his flirtatious attitude by now Sookie tried not to blush deeper and she rolled her eyes. "Godric told me you needed me to read some people," she tried to get back to business.

Looking almost disappointed at the change in topic, Eric's lips twitched before he rose to his full height, towering over the booth before gesturing for her to follow.

Sighing, she did so.

Her mood, however, soon changed when she caught sight of where they were going. She paused. "Are we going down the basement?" she asked shocked. She hadn't even been aware that the building had one, but she could already smell something more than a little unpleasant coming from the underground space and he hadn't even opened the door yet.

Eric turned to face her, a brow quirked. "Would you rather do this in the club?"

"Kind of, yeah."

All she knew was that she did not want to go down there if she had to, and if that meant coming off as slightly more high maintenance than she would've liked then so be it. She already felt a little sick. She highly doubted she would like what she saw, not to mention it would help her concentration if she didn't feel uncomfortable in a place she guessed would freak her out.

"If you don't mind," she added, remembering her manners.

Shrugging, Eric gestured for her to head back to the bar before he appeared a few moments later, dragging a rough looking bloke in his early twenties by the collar of his shirt. Sookie immediately shied back at the smell.

"How long has he been here?" she demanded, taking in his rough state. The scent of urine hit her the closer her got, Eric carelessly throwing him in a chair before placing a firm and what looked to be painful had on his shoulder.

She shuddered.

Eric on the other hand didn't seem concerned in the slightest. She wished she could have been surprised. "I caught him with V. He is being invasive regarding who his dealer is, and considering you expressed distaste for my usual methods of extracting information-"

"Of course I don't agree with you torturing people!" she hissed.

Eric continued as if she hadn't interrupted him in the first place. "I asked Godric to request your presence."

While annoyed at his obvious preference for painfully extracting information, Sookie couldn't fault him for calling on her instead of going with his usual means. She had told him she would be willing after all, and a Stackhouse did not go back on their word. Well, she didn't anyway.

Looking up she squirmed slightly at the three intense sets on eyes staring at her intently, waiting for her to begin reading him she guessed. "Uh…" Did they have to stare like that? It was more than a little on the intense side. "Do you want to ask questions and I'll just, uh, listen in?" she stuttered out nervously. It felt as if she was on an interview, a tense one at that.

Digging his nails into the man's shoulder Sookie cringed away when the man yelled out in pain.

"Is that really necessary?"

Eric raised a brow. "He tried to take silver to my childe, so yes, it is necessary."

A flare of protectiveness rose in Sookie at Eric's admission. It was ridiculous really, especially since she was the weaker human in a room full of vampires, but even the thought that this man could have seriously hurt Pam…

"Ok," she steeled herself.

Surprised but obviously pleased at her admission Eric nodded before sneering at the prisoner. "Where did you get the V?"

"Fuck off!" was grunted, the scent of urine potent enough that even her less than heightened sense of smell managed to pick up on it. She cringed.

"It was his first time not securing it for himself," Sookie frowned before both flinching back and tightening her grip on the man's wrist.

What the fuck…bitch…whore…James is going to kill me…fuck…John…

"What's the name of your supplier?"

Like I'm going to tell him….kill me…

Sifting through his thoughts, trying to push back the sheer disgust she felt at the fact he was admitting in his thoughts to being involved in the capture and draining of multiple new vampires, vampires who hadn't had the opportunity to experience their new life to the fullest. How could another human being do such a thing? It wasn't as if vampires couldn't speak, that they couldn't feel nor plead for their life…

…to feel no sympathy, no empathy…

Sookie shuddered.

"He has more than one," her eyes flickered up towards Eric. "A James, a John and…uh…" frowning, she tried to sift through his thoughts before her eyes widened "do you know a Felicia?"

Eric's stiffening form told her all she needed to know. "Why?" he demanded.

"They have her trapped in a warehouse roughly seventeen miles from here, west. It looks like an old church, but-"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! How the fuck do you know this!" the prisoner screeched, attempting to pull away only to cry out in agony as Eric's nails dug deeper into the easily relenting skin.

"But what?" Eric growled out.

Sookies own grip reflectively tightened. "Scaffolding?" she looked up, wondering if it sounded familiar.

Eric abruptly disappearing on her confirmed as much, however, what the Viking failed to take into account was the prisoner who had been staring at her with a look of furious violent rage was suddenly free to do what he wished.

Unfortunately, that involved taking out the person who had just pretty much condemned him.

She screamed.

Review = Eric & Godric

Sneaky hint: We have a little bit of heroic Godric, the sarcastic Pam we all love, and Sookie sees a surprise visitor at Fangtasia that leaves her lost for words.