As we approach the throne, he sits on, and I notice that he is wearing the same outfit he was wearing in the future, and I almost drool. I stop and nod my head as they both look at me in shock. "Hello," I say to him as he looks at me with surprise. I suppose he expects me to kneel at his feet like the fang bangers that I am currently looking at in undisguised disgust.

"You don't like the ambiance of my establishment Mrs. Stackhouse?" he asks in an amused tone. I look back at him and raise my eyebrow just as he is doing. "The bar is fine," I reply tartly. "I just don't understand how women or men for that matter can be so desperate that they would crawl across a floor to lick someone's boot," I reply with honesty. I can see that Eric and Pam are taken by surprise at my frankness.

"Would you like to take a seat?" he asks and points to his lap. I smile sweetly. "There isn't an extra seat to be taken," I reply as he tweaks my mind again. I laugh in my drunken stupidity. Pam actually giggles, and Eric narrows his eyes.

"And it's not Mrs.Stackhouse," I reply. "Its Miss. Stackhouse," I respond, and I see him glance hard at my ring. "My mistake," he responds with false sincerity. "No problem at all," I say with false acceptance. I get those narrowed eyes once again.

"So what brings you to my establishment?" he asks as his eyes roam over my body. I feel heat flush my cheeks. "Dancing and Booze," I answer half honestly.

Once again, his eyes narrow as Pam whispers in his ear. I take a giant swig of my tequila. Damn it. I'm almost empty. I feel a trickle run down my chin, and it's gone before I know it. I see his eyes glazed over. "Did you just do that vamp speed shit to lick my tequila?" I ask with a raised brow. For a moment, he is surprised, and then he laughs a deep rumbling laugh that I remember so well, and my heart breaks.

He grows serious as he apologizes for offending me, and I instantly wave my hand in the air like I am swatting flies. "No, you didn't offend me," I reply. "Can I go sit back down now?" I ask him so that I don't seem rude. He looks surprised again. "My feet hurt, and I feel a little intoxicated," I say as he finally understands and stands up from his throne.

"Come with me, and you can rest," he says, and he picks me up and carries me to his office. "Please don't set me on that couch?" I plead as he raises his eyebrow in question. I huff out a breath of air as I look at him and drunkenly say, " I am not a fang banger, and I ain't a blood bag." he instantly understands.

"What exactly are you, Sookie Stackhouse?" he asks as he looks me in the eyes. I hurt to be with him so much that a tear leaks from my eye, and he snatches it with his finger to taste my pain.

"I am different things to different people," I reply.

"Tomorrow, I have to bury the woman who raised me, my Gran," I reply.

"I just got through killing a bunch of fairies yesterday" I blunder on in my drunken state.

"YOU killed fairies?" he asks in disbelief.

"Yep," I say as I lay my head on his shoulder and sigh. "I am not sorry at all," I say as he listens.

"Why did you kill fairies?" he asks in genuine interest.

"They wanted me dead," I replied.

"It was them or me, and I like me better," I say as I giggle, remembering what he said to me in the future. "What fae did you kill little Sookie?" he asks condescendingly, and I look up with anger in my eyes. "Braedan, Neave, Lochlan, and his followers," I reply with rage. He looks shocked and confused.

"I have heard of these Fae," he says to me gently.

"How did you accomplish such a feat?" he asks.

"What are you?" he asks as he looks in my eyes.

I feel heartbroken. I try to stand up, but he holds me close and strokes my hair. "I need to go home," I say as I try to stand again, but I am held firm.

He keeps rubbing my wedding set and contemplating something. "Do you belong to anyone Sookie Stackhouse?" he asks, and I shake my head because I don't belong to him yet.

He lifts my chin with the tip of his finger and kisses me on my lips very gently. I open my mouth slightly, and his tongue slides in my mouth, and I clutch him to me as I hungrily kiss him back. When I feel his finger tracing me through my already wet panties, I feel like an inferno is burning inside me. I lick and suck and kiss his neck. Exactly where he likes, and I graze my teeth hard over his neck and lips as he groans and slides a finger inside me. He goes deeper until his finger hits the barrier that I forgot was there, and I wince in pain.

Shock registers his face. He pulls his finger out, and I whimper at the feeling of loss. He straightens my dress and gently sits me down. I look down in absolute horror at the rejection. "I have to go," I say in a broken whisper as I run for the door, but he blocks me from leaving. "Please, Eric, just let me go?" I plead in humiliation. "I should have never come here tonight," I say with tears running down my cheeks. "I know he is trying to talk to me, but I keep rambling, and all I can think of is running from the rejection.

"Would you like to be mine?" he asks in a voice I haven't heard since he had amnesia. I cry harder, and he sinks to his knees in front of me. "Woman, why do you weep?" he asks me in exasperation.

"I cannot be yours until you know me, Eric," I say with sadness.

"But you will be mine, Sookie Stackhouse. I can guarantee that" he says with determination. I nod my head because I can think of nothing else to say. "Eventually, yes, I will," I whisper. He looks confused, but before he can say anything else, Pam comes rushing through the door.

"Master, Karin is here, and she needs to speak to the human." His head whips towards me so fast it makes me dizzy. "How do you know my child?" he demands.

"She is my bodyguard," I reply as his eyes widen.

"Can you and Pam meet me at my house when the bar closes?" I ask because I suppose fate has determined that tonight is the night for him to remember. He nods, and Pam nods as well.

I walk out and grab my purse from the booth. I leave a large tip and turn to Karin. "Did you drive or run?" I ask, and she replies that she ran. I drop the keys in her hand, and we head out the door to my Corvette. I can sense Eric and Pam watching as we pull out of the parking lot and head for Bon Temps.

"I am assuming that Merlin has restored your memories, and that is how you knew where I would be?" I inquire, and she nods briskly. "Why would you request me for these duties or this job?" she asks.

"Karin, you are the best at what you do," I say with sincerity. "You are blunt, and you are loyal." I continue. "You love your maker and your sister," I tell her. "I also know that you loved Aryk and Arya very much," I whisper as she wipes a bloody tear from her eye and nods.

"I came back to set right a whole lot of wrongs," I say as she continues to listen. "I love your maker," I say to her, and she nods her head again. "I requested you because you are as good as Thalia, if not better," I say as she smiles. I suppose that's high praise for a vamp. "I would love to kill your maker's maker and free him," I say as she looks at me with shock and fear. "You would die to free my maker?" Karin asks me with concern, and I nod my head in response.

"Eric will be free," I say with absolute certainty.

"I will serve you Queen Aslynn of Avalon," she says as we pull into my driveway. "I took a blood oath, and I do not break my oaths," she says as we exit the car and walk to the front door. I open it and invite her to come in.

We walk in, and Jason has left a note that he has gone to stay next door for the night, but my family will be near if they are needed. I take a breath of air and let it out for relief. I snap my fingers and am in jeans and a cotton t-shirt with socks. My make up is gone, and my hair is in a high ponytail. Karin looks at me for the first time in shock.

"What?" I ask in confusion. "You have seen me do more than that, but a wardrobe change shocks you?" I say as I shake my head, and then I hear the great and terrible Karin the Slaughter laugh. "Would you like a glass of Royalty blended?" I ask, and she doubles over laughing as I scowl and conjure her bottle. "How did you originally end up with my master?" she asks through fits of giggles.

I stomp over to her and lay my hands on her head. Then I show her every single detail from the future.

When I am done, she lets out a gasp. "You have endured so much for such a young human," she says aloud. "I am not human, though, am I?" I speak as a rhetorical question. "No, you are not," she says with a grim expression.

I hear a knock at the door, and I open the door to see a very tall and curious Viking on my porch. Pam is standing behind him, looking very out of her element. "Eric. Pam. Please come in?" I say as they walk inside. "Well, aren't you sweet?" Pam says sarcastically. "Not particularly," I answer with just as much sarcasm, and Karin laughs as Eric laughs.

"You are here because you want to know the truth?" I ask them both. They nod as they look to Karin for some sign, and she nods her head with a grim look on her face. "My human name is Sookie Stackhouse, and I was born and raised in this house." I hold up my hand when Eric tries to interrupt. "I am also known as Susannah Brigant, and I am the great-granddaughter of Niall Brigant, Prince of the Skye Fae," I say as my confession is met with an eerie silence. "I am also known as Aslynn PenDragon, and I am the Queen of Avalon." I finish. Silence is all I hear, and statues are what I see sitting on my couch.

"I came back to change things that were not supposed to happen," I say as Karin lays her hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture. This gesture is noticed by Eric as well as Pam, who both regard Karin's behavior with shock. Karin isn't precisely the supportive type. "Tell them or show them all my Queen," she whispers. "He deserves to know," she says in a harsh voice as she wipes a bloody tear away.

"Show me what?" he asks harshly. "I deserve to know what, exactly?" he continues. "You want to see?" I ask both Pam and Eric as they nod robotically. I lay a hand on each head and show them every single detail from the beginning until this moment. Pam is silently crying bloody tears, and I hand her a towel to clean up. Eric sits and doesn't speak for a very long time.

"You are my wife and my bonded?" he asks me as he stays fixated on my wedding rings. I nod, and in the next second, he has vanished, and I crumple to the floor.

I wake the next morning, and my family surrounds me. "Karin and Pam told us what happened," Jason says with barely concealed anger. I remember the night before, and tears stream down my face. "I should have stayed home last night," I said as everyone remained quiet. "I have a funeral to get ready for, so can everyone please leave my room?" I say as politely as I can, and they leave to do whatever they do.

I step into a hot shower to relax my muscles and scrub myself until I feel raw. I break down and cry until there are no more tears left inside me. Eric rejected me again. I climb out of the shower and pop myself dry. I dress in a boat neck black chiffon dress with high stiletto heels. I wear my Grans pearl earrings and necklace. I pop my makeup on and pop my hair in a side clip with cascading curls. I snap my fingers, and the house is clean.

I enter the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I sit down at the table robotically and sip my cup. Today is about my Gran. I won't let thoughts of my soul mate rejecting me ruin her day. I deserve it for what I put him through in the future. I rinse my cup and grab my purse and head to the car as I pop the house locked as I start the Corvette. I arrive at the church, and I sit in front with Jason. He holds my hand as the reverend talks about Gran and how wonderful she was.

The funeral ends. It is almost sundown. Everyone drives to the cemetery, and we take our seats. I had written a speech, and I read through it with whatever strength I had left. As I wipe away tears, I see Uncle Bartlett rolling down the Isle in his wheelchair, and I collapsed into Jason's arms as he looked up and noticed who showed up. He sat me down and stood at the podium.

"All of you have known my family for as long as I can remember." I hear him say as white noise blares in my ears, and panic starts to set in. I can't even listen to what he is saying anymore. I can see images of what he did to me. I can see memories of what he did to Hadley. I can't stop shaking. I look at Jason with panic, and I stand abruptly and run like hell till I reach my car.

I start the car and drive as fast as I can away from Bartlett and what he did to me. Away from Eric.

Away from Bon Temps.

Far away from what he did to Hadley and me.

As I take a corner too fast, I skid and lose control of the car. As I continue to flip through the air, all I can think about are Aryk and Arya. I will see them again.

I hear the impact before I feel it, and everything goes dark.

Jason:

As soon as I saw Bartlett, I knew I had to keep it under control. I cant barbeque the sick fuck in front of humans. I stand at the podium and feel everything Sookie is feeling. It is tearing my heart out. I start my speech, and I notice my sister run away and speed off in her car. I can hear people openly calling her crazy, among other things, and I lost what patience I had left. I opened my mouth and screamed at everyone.

"You all have always treated my sister like scum," I yelled, and everyone looked shocked.

"Did any of you ever stop to wonder why my sister or my cousin Hadley were so messed up?" I screamed at the crowd.

I pointed at Bartlett, and his eyes widened. "When they were little girls that sick fuck right there in that wheelchair molested my sister and did a hell of a lot more to Hadley." I continued yelling.

"My sister ain't no fuckin' freak, and anyone who says otherwise can get some right here and now," I yell.

"If there were justice in the world, you would be behind bars getting violated as you did to my eight-year-old sister and my nine-year-old cousin, you sick mother fucker," I screamed, and he flinched.

"Be glad I am a Christian like my Gran raised me to be." I said with menace as I saw Dillon hurry up to me and whispered in my ear the words that made my blood run cold.

I took off running towards the house, along with my fae relatives. We jumped into cars and took off to where Karin said she found my sister. As soon as we were away from the humans, we parked and popped to the crash site. We saw Karin holding Sookie's broken body, and I screamed out in agony. Pam showed up a moment later with a look close to terror on her face.

"No.," she screamed as bloody tears ran down her face. Karin was still as a statue and covered in blood. Both her bloody tears and my sister's bloody body.

I heard a thumping sound behind me and saw Eric snatch Sookie from his child and rip his wrist open. I saw him push the blood into her mouth. "She is still alive," he said as if he were daring us to contradict him. A moment later, merlin appeared and looked murderous. Eric was licking her wounds clean and was giving her blood to heal. We all saw the bonding rope appear and saw Eric scream out in agony as his memories returned.

Merlin snapped his fingers, and we watched her wounds heal. We watched all of her blood return back into her body. "Jason hit her heart with a shock," he said. "Bring your sister back."

"Step away, Eric," I say, and he growls at me with his fangs out. I shrugged my shoulders and sent a bolt of lightning into my sister and her bonded.