Marten's POV:

As soon as I rose for the evening, I knew there was something different, something had happened. I wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it felt mostly good, if Sookie's current emotions were an indicator. But she wasn't here, at least not in New York. I probe the bond further, she was out of the city, most likely in the Hamptons. What was she doing there?

I think back to last night. What a wild and great party it was last night, it was crazy. Whatever drink Adam had given us, was… brilliant. A great way to end the night. My memory was a bit foggy though. I remember bits and pieces of it.

I get dressed in my tshirt and jeans and head upstairs to the main floor, ready to call Sookie, but I find her purse and her phone on the coffee table.

That was peculiar…..

"Hey man," Adam says as he strolls into the room.

"Hey, did Sookie say why she went to the Hamptons?" I ask him.

"No… she didn't. I didn't see her leave," he says with a look of confusion on his face.

"Hey what happened last night?" I ask him. I was still curious as to why my memory was hazy. I remember dancing with Sookie and the rest of my guests, but I have no recollection of going to rest for the day. I think back to when I rose. Sookie hadn't slept beside me either. That only meant she either slept upstairs or somewhere else. I don't wait for Adam's answer, before I check the primary bedroom in vampire speed. Sookie hadn't slept in the room. I get back to Adam quickly.

"You were really happy at our little get together, so was Sookie, and then you went downstairs to rest for the day, I think she followed you, but I have no idea, I left with Amelia. She is a wildcat," Adam whistles dreamily. His breathing and heartbeat were normal, he wasn't lying to me.

I must've had a concerned look on my face.

Adam asks, "Are you worried about Sookie?"

"Uhhh, not really, she probably needed a breather from the city or something," I say casually. Why did she leave? Why did she leave her phone and purse? And most importantly, why was she happy? Maybe she went with Amelia?

"Hey, we should go there," Adam says to me.

"Yeah, I'll call the chopper to take us there," I say to him. But I wasn't going to get on the helicopter, I was going to sprint there by foot. Running in vampire speed would get me there quicker. I needed to know what was going on. Sookie would never leave like this without letting me know why.

Obviously, my Hamptons mansion had telephones, but I needed to see her, just to make sure she really was okay with my own eyes.

I tell Adam that the chopper was coming and to bring Ron, before I put on my favorite leather jacket and sprint out the door in vampire speed.

I get there in less than a half hour. I would've gotten there faster if I could fly like father. Only the lucky ones inherited that vampire trait. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of them.

"Wooo," I say to myself as soon as I reach the door to my mansion. If I could breathe, I would probably be winded. Reminder to self: I needed to exercise a lot more.

I fix my hair and before I let myself in through the keypad.

I sense that Sookie was in the kitchen area, so I walk there and stop, shocked, mortified, confused, hurt, and angry at what I was seeing. My wife was currently in an embrace with Marius, my maker/father. And it wasn't just any kind of embrace, it was like some damn magic show. A bright purple light glowed around them. Sookie was looking at him like… the way she was only supposed to look at me. I had only ever seen her look at another man like that once before and that was with the Northman. I see my father looking at her with the same kind of longing, like lovesick puppy dog eyes.

What the fuck was going on? He still hadn't sensed that I was standing here and he was most cognizant vampire that I knew. It was like they were in their own little world.

I blink my eyes, hoping that this was some sort of trick; a bad shitty joke.

I could tell he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to kiss my wife. But I was going to put a stop to that shit, like I would fucking allow that to happen, that they could make a fool of me, especially in my own house.

"So, this is where you went, I was wondering where you had gone to," I say in a calm tone, which surprised even me. I had never felt so angry, so betrayed in my entire existence. I wanted to kill someone at this moment, and that person was the one whom I trusted and loved most in this world, my father.

They both finally stop glowing like damn Christmas lights and recoil from each other as soon as they see me.

"Marten," Sookie stammers, her cheeks reddening, knowing that she had been caught.

What was with this woman? Why in god's name was she trying to seek comfort in other men these past few weeks? Was I not good enough for her?

I was angry at her, but…. I still loved her. And even though marriage vows didn't seem to mean shit to her, they still meant something to me.

I couldn't look at her right now. But maybe, after I'd calmed down I could talk to her.

I knew the chopper would be landing shortly at the helicopter pad down the road. I send a message to Adam to come and get her and to take her back to New York. I couldn't deal with her right now.

"Marten," she says again as she comes closer to me, her arms extended to me.

"Sookie, not right now," I say to her in my calmest but serious tone. I was really working in overdrive to keep myself together. "Go outside, Ron will be out there to take you back to the penthouse."

She stops and is about to open her mouth but instead she shuts it and walks out towards the doorway. I was glad she finally listened to me. I was in no mood.

I clench my fists and close my eyes. Since when did my life and marriage turn into a shitshow?

"I know that you are angry right now," Marius says to me.

I still had my eyes closed, my blood boiling. I wanted to kill him for touching my wife.

"But there are things that you do not understand," he says.

"Don't give me one of your fucking know-it-all speeches!" I growl in anger. I was ready to explode on him. "You don't know nothing! I understand completely what the fuck you are trying to do! You don't think I knew what you wanted? I knew that you wanted her and I have no doubt you used your fucking glamouring ability on her, to try and seduce her! I should fucking kill you right now just for touching her!"

I had no idea I was crying until I feel drops of blood hit the front on my tshirt.

"Marten," is all he says as he puts his hands on my cheeks.

I bat his hands away from my face in disgust.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I roar out in anger. "Stay away from me and stay away from my wife!"

I sprint out the door and run. I keep running. How could they do this to me? Both of them!? How could they betray and hurt me like this?!

I finally stop running until I reach Jersey. Then I turn back and head back to New York. I didn't want to go home, knowing that Sookie was there. I was still so angry with her and I couldn't face her.

I call Adam and he answers right away.

"Hey what happened?" he asks me. "Sookie was very upset."

"I…. I don't want to talk about it," I say to him. "Hey, I feel like…doing something. Meet me at Mirage. I'm gonna call some girls that I knew from before. These chicks are like elevens out of ten. They will be there right away."

"Okay, I'll see you there," he answers back.

I send a message to the Mirage and let them know that I was coming. Mirage was an ultra-exclusive strip joint. It wasn't like any of those sleezy strip clubs, but this one was very exclusive, so exclusive that you had to be invited by the owners in order to become a member. I had been a long-time member and had enjoyed many nights there before I married Sookie.

I needed to distract myself from what was happening. I needed to hurt Sookie like the way she was hurting me. Two could play at that game, and I happened to play better.

I call some girls whose numbers I had memorized by heart because they had been that damn good. I was ready to become reacquainted with them tonight and perhaps for every night from now on. If Sookie thought that infidelity was okay, then I was not going to have any problem behaving the same way either.

I tell Ron to make sure my other apartment, the one I had used in the past to claim my conquests, was ready and secure for my arrival. I was definitely not going home, at least not tonight.

I also tell him to make sure I had a change of clothes waiting for me at Mirage.

My cell rings again, it was Sookie. I turn it off and block her number. Tonight, she didn't exist to me.

I head to the club and to the private room that was only used by me for my indiscretions. I change my clothes and head into the main area of the club. Adam was already sitting in my VIP section enjoying a lap dance.

"Hey Marten," Amber says as she comes up to me. "I was surprised that you called me."

I look her down from head to toe. She was probably the hottest woman on the East Coast, body wise. She had a round firm ass and large firm and natural breasts. She had gorgeous thick eyelashes, high cheekbones, and full pouty lips. Her thick brown hair was wavy and long. She was also one of the best lays that I had in this part of the world.

She doesn't try to touch me, but waits to get the indication from me that it was okay. I put my arm around her and right away, she tucks herself by my side.

"Hi Marten, long time no see," another one of my former lovers, Sheena, says.

It isn't long before I am swarmed by a bevy of beauties. I try to enjoy myself as each of them dance for me provocatively, each of them trying to impress me.

They were all beautiful, any man would be lucky to have them as they were also great women with ambitions and solid backgrounds, but….. it felt empty and lonely, but most of all… sad.

"I'm so glad you called me Marten, I missed you so much," Helena says as she sits close beside me. I look at her and saw that she meant it. A solitary tear drops from her eye. I catch it with my finger and pop it into my mouth. I close my eyes, remembering the taste of her blood, which I had enjoyed on so many occasions in the past….but it was different now.

It didn't taste the same. It didn't taste like Sookie's. I look around the room…these women were all beautiful and exceptional, but none of them were like Sookie.

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you? I ask Helena.

"No, I would never hurt you, I love you," she says with tenderness in her voice.

I take my arm away from Helena and move a little but away from her. Another girl tries to sit on my lap, but I push her away.

I couldn't do this….. I couldn't be here with these women, when I still loved my wife deeply.

I am suddenly hit with sadness. I get up right away and run out in vampire speed.

I still couldn't face Sookie, so I head to my bachelor apartment instead. I tell Ron not to disturb me or to let anyone in.

For the rest of the night, I sit on the floor by the fireplace, devastated, drowning in my sorrows. I listen to every heartbreak song known to man, especially from the 80s hair bands. After listening to 'Love Hurts' for the 25th time, I head to my resting place, holding a picture of Sookie that I had taken from our honeymoon.

Fuck my life…. Whoever said that falling in love was the best thing ever must be stupid! I had no idea what I was going to do now, but I knew I was going to have to talk to Sookie and to my shitty father. I wasn't sure who first though…..