"I don't believe I have hated the coming of the dawn as much as I do at this moment." Eric moaned, earning a chuckle from Sookie. "You've always known who I was, knew what the possibilities with us were. Was your distance because you wanted to tell me the truth first, or were there other reasons. I didn't miss the fact that there was a lot you didn't tell me." He sat up then.

"This isn't a conversation we can have with an hour to go before dawn, but the simple explanation is I needed to trust me. My naivety played a big part in a lot the pain I… we endured. I was thrust into a world I knew nothing about and found myself playing in the same pond as the likes of you, Sophie-Anne, and a whole host of other nasties. If I were going to survive this time without sacrificing who I was, I needed to come in suited, booted, and well-informed. And I sure as fuck wasn't going to be treated as if I were a piece of shit under a vampire's shoes, only slightly elevated to gum because my little quirk was useful." Her only interest in the beginning, was mastering her telepathy to have some iota of a normal life. But the truth was, normal was never going to be part of the equation. She had railed against accepting the fact that the one eight part of her dominated her life. She either accepted that fact and put herself in a position where she was damn near untouchable or live out her nightmares. It hadn't taken her long to realize it was that kind of ignorant and stubborn attitude that landed her in so much more trouble than she would have ever found herself in.

In the end, she bowed to Desmond's greater knowledge and did as he suggested. Now, she was in a position to tell Sophie-Ann to fuck off without having to worry about any blowback because there would be none.

"And now you have quite the advantage." Eric smiled, standing up.

"Which would be entirely pointless if I don't use it well," Sookie murmured. "Tell your queen to leave me alone, there is a world of shitstorm headed her way. I can head every single one of them off. I can either be a friend or the enemy, and she does not want me as an enemy. The choice is hers." Eric smiled.

"She will get the message. I'm sure she will find your second gift of foresight much more interesting." Eric laughed.

"I'm sure she will. Oh, I will give her one for free. Peter Threadgill is a hard no. He hasn't shown his hand yet, but I believe any doubt will be firmly squashed when he does."

"I don't think you have to worry about not using your advantage well." Eric was finally dressed. Sookie thought he looked a little forlorn about leaving.

"Will I see you again, or was this a last hooray?" He didn't even want to think about it, but it would hurt if she decided he wasn't worth taking a chance on.

"No, you'll see me again." Sookie kneeled on the bed, sheets dropping, revealing all to Eric's eyes. Eyes that greedily took in every inch of her. His goodbye kiss was surprisingly soft and sweet.

Sookie stayed in bed after Eric left, hoping to get some sleep, but it failed to come. She had spent so long focusing on everyone else but herself, and now that she was forced to. Sookie found she didn't like the girl she would have become if circumstances hadn't changed. She'd focused on Barry, who revealed a cousin whose parents had committed due to his telepathy. Desmond had been quick to help after learning about his kin. He got Justin released less than forty-eight hours after learning about him. Both Barry and Justin now worked for her. Unfortunately, it wasn't everyone Sookie could save. Cindy Marshall was found dead, but Drew Marshall was caught mere hours later. She saved Hadley, and that was mostly down to her team kidnapping Waldo.

Thanks to her information, Niall had put a stop to the Fairy wars. With Breandan and his cohorts dead, the war was over. Niall had shown up ten months after she had given Desmond the information to pass on to him. She had made it clear he was not welcome until the war was over. He'd asked what he could give her. With college a real possibility, she had asked for help financing her education. He had happily paid for it all.

Learning to accept her place in the supernatural world, she worked on improving and mastering the Fairy gifts she had, something else that came with an ease that surprised everybody. Later, she will learn Adele's wish did play a part, as everything she and Jason put their mind to become a success. It certainly didn't mean they could coast through things. It required hard work and a lot of it. Their chances of success were just magically aided.

Now, it was her turn, time to save herself from the nightmares, some of her own making. She had nine weres and three shifters in her team. None were from the Long Tooth pack; she was not getting involved in any wars. It was unfortunate, but she could not prevent any of their deaths, and that had been made clear. None of the weres on her team had belonged to a pack. Her initial team of six had been put together by the Ancient Pythoness when one of her handmaidens went missing. That had been Sookie's first job as a telepath, which led to her current status as a telepath registered with the Supernatural Council. The A.P. had warned her not to prevent any death that did not directly affect her, as there were consequences to changing what was to be. She was allowed to change her life and any event that impacted it. Keeping Sophie-Anne as queen of Louisiana was in her best interest. Meaning she could put a stop to her marriage to Threadgill. Sookie was sure Threadgill and his court would get themselves killed. Rhodes affected her so that she could stop that, something she thanked God for every day. The idea of doing nothing about Rhodes would have destroyed her, considering had she paid attention, the disaster could have been averted anyway. Not that she could stop a hurricane, but Sookie was not to touch that in any way, shape, or form. In truth, realizing she could interfere in so much left her troubled about how many near-death situations she found herself in, most of which she could have avoided if she had acted more sensibly and less stubbornly.

Usually, getting summoned by the queen when he had more engaging plans would do nothing but incur his anger. This time, Eric was looking forward to it. He found Bill Compton looking much better standing before the queen.

"Sheriff Northman, Miss Brigant had Bill here delivered wrapped in a silver lined blanket and stuffed into a duffle bag." Eric could see Sophie-Ann trying to hide her amusement.

"Yes, Sookie isn't keen on Bill here." Eric laughed.

"Yes, Bill here tells me Miss Stackhouse indicated she knew him. Her home is warded against anyone with malicious intentions. A feet, I am told, is quite difficult for any witch to achieve." Sophie-Anne sounded impressed.

"Yes, she does know Bill. She also told me to tell you, you've got a world of shitstorm coming your way. A shitstorm she can stop in it's tracks. You are getting this one for free. Threadgill is a hard no. I'm told it will make sense soon enough." Eric finished with a shrug. He will admit he was enjoying the look on Sophie-Ann and Andre's faces. He was surprised Andre hadn't uttered a word yet.

"Right… would this information be due to a gift?" She asked. Eric shrugged in response.

"Bill, stay clear of Bon Temps. It is evident I cannot afford to anger Miss Brigant." Sophie-Ann sighed. She was clearly disappointed; a month ago, she thought she was getting a telepath for her court, only to find said telepath untouchable. "You can get back to your evening, sheriff." Eric bowed.

"Compton, I was… truly disheartened to hear your last descendant gifted your home to Sookie." His laugh was downright condescending.

Bill's head snapped to his queen in surprise. Sophie-Anne groaned at Eric's comment. She hadn't had the chance to break the news to Compton yet. Then again, Compton had failed to inform her of the fact that his former home was gone and many others.

With nothing to do in New Orleans, Eric closed up his apartment and headed back to Shreveport. He refused to admit even to himself that he'd waited an hour before leaving, hoping Sookie would invite him back. Of course, the call came two hours into his drive. "Really, two hours into my drive home." He groused. There was no hiding his irritation, no matter how hard he tried.

"Was there a particular reason you didn't call?" Her tone was the very epitome of calm.

She had him there. "No." He sighed. He'd wanted her since the moment he laid eyes on her, and now he was fucking it up. For three years, he conspired to be at every event she would attend. He was left disappointed when every meeting ended, with them being nothing more than friends.

"Okay then. See you when I see you." She ended the call.

"FUCK." He bellowed. With a quick look around, he turned his Corvette around.

It was Jason Stackhouse who opened the door. "Nice save." He earned a fist bump to boot.

"Please tell me it's room service, I'm starving." Sookie groaned, coming into view.

"Nope, just a big ole vamp." Jason quipped.

"Hello, Viking."

"Looks like I'm back to being favorite." Jason teased as he left them alone. He didn't care; the smile on her face was all that mattered.

Whatever was next was interrupted by room service finally arriving.

Sookie knew he'd made a dent in the wall with the headboard. His every thrust was met with a loud cry, her hands gripping his bicep, nails digging in. He drove into her over and over again with hard, long, consistent strokes that had fallen over the edge in no time. Her coming felt glorious around his cock; it gripped him with such strength the friction of his strokes increased, and nothing felt quite like it. He looked down, watching as his wet cock slid in and out of her; the sight had him slamming into her harder and harder until his oncoming release locked him in place. "Fuck." She whimpered as he pulled out. He scooted down, biting his tongue, and began licking.

"Oh, so good." Sookie moaned. With the soreness gone, she felt herself building again. It was just like the previous night; he'd fuck her, heal her, fuck her, heal until two hours before dawn.

If he were human, his scalp would bleed with the force of her grip on his hair. The pain only served to drive him harder. "Fuck, oh… shit." She yelled, his hips coming off the bed. "Soo good… that tongue." She hissed. Her thighs shook around his head as she came. He didn't give her a second of rest before he slammed his cock back into that glorious warmth.

"I don't know what's worse, the hard fuck or that slow, tortuous grind," Sookie mumbled tiredly.

"I like the slow grind, and I love how your wall spasms around my cock, and there is nothing tortuous about it." He looked incredibly proud of himself. He'd kept her on edge for the better part of half an hour when he'd finally let her come. The sight had been nothing short of spectacular.

"One of these days, you will eat your words." She warned.

"When are you headed back home." In a few hours. Good thing we are flying and not driving." To his surprise, she straddled his lap.

"What was it you said? There is nothing tortuous about it." Her smile denoted nothing good.