Sookie's POV:

"I'll meet you at the door," I say as I send a text to Amelia. She had arrived in New York just this afternoon and we had made plans to go out on the town. We were heading to one of Marten's nightclubs, one of the most popular hotspots currently in New York. There were always rich and famous patrons who packed the place every weekend. A music awards show was set to take place tonight and Marten's club was hosting an afterparty.

Of course, Marten knew my plans, as he was heading to the awards show (with Adam of course, ugh). They would both be at the party as well.

I was supposed to attend the show with Marten, but I declined. I wasn't ready to be in front of the television cameras and photographers. I was well aware that people were still talking about me in a negative manner.

The only reason why I was going to the after-party was for Amelia. She wanted hobnob with the rich and famous and I owed her for so much. Going to one little party wouldn't kill me right?

I check my phone again, somewhat expecting a phone call from Marius or even a text from him, but so far he hadn't called me back and I had called him three days ago. Maybe he wasn't near his phone, maybe he saw it and wasn't concerned, who knows… I sigh, oh well, I guess I needed to try and make peace with what was happening in our lives now. Maybe I had to accept the fact that Adam was going to be a permanent fixture in my married life.

Ugh… I shudder to myself. I couldn't stand the sight of him!

I begin to get ready a few hours later for the party. I was wearing a very pretty pink floral-printed dress with a black belt. The straps were thick and the skirt was beautifully pleated that fell just below my knees. I loved the vibrant print and patterns on this dress.

I put on my black suede jacket and a high ponytail in my hair.

My driver takes me and my bodyguard to the club. Marten sends me a text that the awards show ended twenty-minutes ago and that he and Adam would be coming to the club shortly.

"I'll see you soon," I text him back.

"Sookie!" Amelia squeals out as she waits for me in the back entrance. Most of the photographers, press, and fans were waiting for arrivals in the front entrance. This was the entrance for people who didn't want to go through the front. And there were quite a bit of us who chose that option. I smile and say hello to a famous female singer who had the best-selling album of the year and had picked up most of the awards this evening. She politely says hello as she walks in with her entourage.

"Hey Ames!" I say cheerfully. "You look gorgeous!"

"So do you," she replies. She was wearing a striped black/burgundy mini dress and black boots.

We go into the tropical themed nightclub. There were large water tanks full of exotic fish on the walls, the ceiling was bright blue. The clouds looked like they were moving. Real tropical trees and plants were placed all over the club.

The music was loud and the dancefloor was already packed with people.

Security leads us to the VIP section where there was a private table for us.

There were several chairs around it and Amelia and I sit down and order a drink.

"I'll have a pina colada," I tell the server as Amelia orders some type of margarita.

"Wow, this is so awesome!" Amelia says loudly into my ear. "Look, there's that famous singer. I saw him perform in New Orleans a month ago!"

I smile as I spot him as well.

I could hear in Amelia's mind that she really wanted to dance, but didn't want to ask me because she was worried if I 'was allowed' to or not.

I roll my eyes a little.

"Do you want to dance?" I ask her with a smile.

"Yes!" she squeals.

I sway my body to the beat as Amelia dances provocatively. I tone down my dance moves, even though I really wanted shimmy and shake all over the place, but I didn't want to cause a scene. Keeping a low profile due my 'tarnished' reputation was foremost on my mind.

Another dance hit plays and I close my eyes enjoying the beat of the music when I feel hands and arms around my waist and stomach.

I smile and rest against him, I knew it was my husband.

"Hey, I'd have to say you are the most mouth-watering woman in this place, care to dance with me before my wife gets here?" he says huskily in my ear.

"That depends," I say. "She wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all," he replies.

"Well I guess my answer is yes," I say as I turn around to face him.

We kiss each other deeply as I put my arms around him. The dance music was still blasting around us as people gyrated to the music but we just held onto each other closely, swaying our bodies slowly, our lips still touching.

"How was the show?" I ask him after our kiss.

"It was meh," he says with a grim look. "Boring and predictable. Would've been better if you were there with me."

I smile up at him. "Next time I will join you."

We continue dancing for awhile just lost in each others' eyes, forgetting about the rest of the people in the club.

Amelia! I think to myself. I take a peek behind Marten to see her dancing closely with Adam. Immediately a frown is on my face.

I could tell by their body language that they were really into each other.

Damnit Amelia! I think to myself.

Marten looks over his shoulder to see what I was getting upset about.

"Don't worry darling," Marten says. "Adam won't hurt your friend."

I huff a bit before turning back to Marten. I try to focus on us once again as we dance a few more songs before heading back to our VIP table.

Amelia and Adam sit together, completed engrossed in each others' company.

What are you doing Amelia! I think to myself. After all the things that I had told Amelia about him, how I didn't trust him, how he seemed like a snake, and here she was practically ready to pounce on him.

I roll my eyes a little bit as I sip on my soda. I didn't want to drink anymore tonight as my mood had soured a little bit.

I listen to one of Marten's famous friends tell us his story and laugh. The night continues on and I make eye contact with Amelia, letting her know it was time for the two of us to go to the ladies' room.

"Amelia, I can't believe what I'm seeing!" I say to her as we fix our hair and makeup in the bathroom.

"Sookie, he really isn't a bad guy at all! I can't believe how charming he is, not to mention how sexy he is! He's such a great dancer. He seems really into me!" Amelia says, practically on cloud nine.

I sigh out loud. "Yeah, well just be careful, I still don't trust him."

The night continues on and I try to have a good time despite my unhappiness with Amelia and Adam. I knew they were bound to hook-up tonight.

The VIP section was getting more crowded, so I give up my seat and sit on Marten's lap as more and more of his associates and friends come to join us.

I listen to Marten attentively as he talks to his friends.

"How about we have a little party at our house?" Marten whispers into my ear.

"What kind?" I ask him curiously. We rarely entertained guests at our private place due to security reasons.

"Uhh, just a few people from here, your friend Amelia and Adam," he says.

"Oh," I say in a disappointed tone. I didn't want to sound like a party pooper. "Well, if you want to, I'll probably just head to bed after this."

"No, I insist you join us, it will only be a short get together," Marten says as he rubs my thigh.

I continue to look at him curiously. He never tried to pressure me into going to any of his get togethers, I was curious as to why he was doing this now.

"Okay," I say to him cautiously.

Awhile later we end up back at our penthouse along with a few of Marten's other friends as well as Amelia and Adam. Amelia kept close to Adam. She looked like she was trying to protect her territory as one of Marten's female friends, a young vampiress named Zoe, was interested in him as well.

Marten turns on the music and dims the lights.

"Why don't you dance for me Amelia?" Adam says to her. I was half-expecting Amelia to throw him against the wall for ordering her to do something, but instead she obliges him and begins dancing in the middle of the room. I go to the mini fridge of the bar and grab a water.

"Sookie, I have a surprise for us all. Please put that away," Adam says as he walks toward me. He goes to the cupboard and pulls out a black bottle. He grabs several small goblets, lines them up, and begins pouring whatever drink it was from the bottle.

"Ahh, no thank you, I am done drinking for the night," I say to him as I continue to grab the water.

"C'mon Sook," Adam says as he leans over and holds out one of the goblets to me, "I promise this will knock your socks off."

I shake my head no.

"Are you sure?" he asks again as he wiggles the glass to me.

Fuck off! I wanted to yell at him.

"Very well, more for the rest of us!" he proclaims.

He lets the vampires in the room know that it was drinkable for them as well and everyone gathers around the bar and takes a goblet, even Marten.

"To the king! May he rule forever!" Adam toasts. Afterwards they all take a sip of it. I look at their faces, seeing that they liked it, then they begin drinking the rest of the contents.

Marten goes to sit down at the sofa and put his feet up onto the coffee table. I go to sit beside him.

"This is good," he says as he takes another drink. "It's like a fruity taste with a hint of ambrosia. Almost like the taste of your blood. Wait, it's not your blood is it?"

"No honey," I smile at him, knowing he was joking with me.

We both laugh lightly.

"You should have some," Marten continues. "It looks like Amelia likes it."

I look over at her, who was now on her second goblet. She was dancing closely to Adam. I listen to her thoughts, she was already thinking about what it will be like when she left the party with Adam and joined him in his bedroom. She already proclaimed herself the victor for him tonight against Zoe.

"I don't think so," I say to Marten.

"Come on, just one little sip," Marten says. "You can have some of mine."

I wanted to tell him to quit peer pressuring me as I give him a side glance. But I didn't want to fight again. One tiny sip wouldn't hurt right?

I take the goblet from him and let the liquid coat my outer lips a little bit. I take my tongue and taste it. Right away, it affects my senses.

Before I knew it, I was dancing with Amelia in the center of the room. I knew that Marten was dancing as well. Amelia hands me another goblet as I drink more.

It was an odd sensation, like all my worries and troubles were gone and there was nothing but freedom and happiness. I didn't have a care in the world anymore. Whatever troubles I had were gone. I wrap my arms around Marten and look into his eyes.

"I love you," I whisper to him in my euphoric state.

"I love you," he says back to me. His pupils seemed dilated. Whatever this drink was, was affecting him as well.

Though I was enjoying the sensations I was feeling in my body and mind, I didn't like the feeling of not being in control. I could hear everyone's thoughts, including the vampires, which was scary and worrisome. This was the first time I had heard vampire thoughts so clearly.

"Excuse me honey," I say to Marten, "I'm going to use the restroom."

But I really wasn't. I needed air and to get away from the voices of the other people in my head.

I walk down the hall, towards the other end of the penthouse. I open one of the balconies and go outside.

I breathe in the air and look at the lights of the big city. My mind was still in a haze. I close my eyes hoping that the cool breeze will sober me up. I didn't like not being in control.

"You sure weren't lying Sookie, this city is really beautiful," Adam says. I turn around to face him, but he wasn't looking at the view, he was looking at me.

I look into his blue eyes. His eyes didn't seem dilated, he didn't look affected by the drink. I try to focus on his thoughts but what he was thinking seemed like it didn't match his facial features. In his mind he was thinking about his movie and all the people he had met last night. But for some reason, the features on his face was something different.

He takes a few steps towards me, grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

"Come with me," he whispers into my ear. I could feel his lips against the skin near my ear. It sends shivers down my spine and not in a good way.

I shudder. "I should go, Marten is probably wondering where I am."

For some reason, I couldn't push him away from me. Even though his touch was putrid to me mainly because I didn't like him, I found myself not being able to stay away from him.

I turn my face away from him. I was afraid of looking at him again, it was like his words were glamouring me. If I looked into his eyes, I was afraid I would bend to his every wish.

"I believe he is going to rest for the day, it is almost dawn," he says to me as he continues to whisper into my ear. "Come."

I needed to do something, to stop this….

I close my eyes, gathering up all my will and eventually, my fae powers start building up. I think about the last time Marten and I were in the Hamptons beach house. It was probably about over a month ago, before we had ever heard of Adam Woods.

I focus on that thought and, in an instant, I was gone, poof, the snake no longer had a hold of me.

"Eric!" I yelp out as I sit up on a bed.

I look around the large dark room, trying to figure out where I was, but then I remember. I was in the primary bedroom of Marten's Hampton's beach house. Well it was more of a mansion, than a house.

The curtains were drawn and I look over at the clock. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. I look down at my clothes, and I was still in the dress I was wearing last night, the high heels still on my feet. I try to piece together what happened and everything that occurred. After I had a taste of that mystery drink, everything is hazy in my mind. I remember dancing with Marten, then… something happened…..

I put my hand on my forehead, trying to remember.

"What the fuck happened?" I say to myself.

I look around for my phone or purse, but there was nothing. I go into the bathroom and decide to take a shower. After my shower, I go into the closet and put on some linen pants and tank top. I also put on a sweater.

I feel the humming of my bond with Marten, that only meant that he was resting for the day. He wasn't here though, he was still in New York.

I debate whether or not I should go back to New York now or wait till later. I decide to wait. I was going to call him when I knew he would be awake and ask him to come here, alone. I needed to talk to him about Adam. I was sure he was behind all of this, the reason why I had ended up here. I was also pretty sure I had teleported here with my Fae powers. I still wasn't sure why I used my powers to bring myself here though. Whatever the reason was I knew it was because I was in danger.

I wasn't hungry, but I was thirsty. I make myself some coffee while waiting for the sunset.

I walk around the empty house and I find myself in the bedroom where I had stayed in when I had lost my memories. I think back to those feelings. It was difficult, difficult not knowing who I was. But then I remember the one person who had gotten me through that difficult time when Eric wasn't able to be there. It was Marius. I put on some music, close my eyes and remember when he had asked me to teach him how to dance and I smile to myself.

"Hello," a voice says to me.

"Ahhh!" I shriek out.

I turn around rapidly, it was Marius.

"I am sorry for frightening you," he says as he puts his hands up.

I try to catch my breath as I hold my chest. "A little warning next time."

"What… what are you doing here?!" I ask him, my heart was still pounding.

"You called me," he says.

"Oh, uh…" I stammer.

"Or was that an error?" he asks with curiosity in his piercing blue eyes. It was like he was studying me, which was something he tended to do whenever he looked at me. Though I carried the memories of our old life together in this new body, I knew that he didn't have the same memories as me. But then again, maybe he did. He was always so mysterious, so unworldly, like he had not been born in this world, but from another place.

"No, I did call," I reply.

"Was there something you required?" he asks me politely.

He walks over to one of the arm chairs and sits down. He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a navy vest, along with a pair of jeans. He also had on brown boots.

"Umm, I think there's an issue, an issue with Marten," I say to him, finally remembering the troubles I was having. "You see, he's made friends with someone, a human man named Adam Woods. To everyone, he's an absolutely terrific and normal guy, everyone loves him, including other vampires and especially Marten. He treats him like the brother he's never had. It's weird."

Marius ponders what I had just told him. He closes his eyes for a moment.

"So, uh, everyone loves him, except me. For some reason, that I can't even put a finger on, I don't like him. I don't trust him. I feel like he's got an ulterior motive. What that is, I don't know. But whatever it is, it made me teleport myself out of the penthouse and brought me here."

Marius is still silent as he keeps his eyes closed.

"So, that's my story," I say to him as I smack my lips. He remains silent. I wasn't sure if he was waiting for more from me, or if he was bored with what I was saying. Should I leave the room so he could think?

I swing my arms in nervousness, when finally, he opens his eyes and speaks.

"Marten is still resting, he is safe," Marius says.

I sigh in relief.

"What do you know about this man?" he asks me.

I begin to tell him everything, including all the information that Pam had given me about Adam.

"I will look into this myself," Marius says. "I don't sense any threats to Marten. He was sad, briefly, but I did not want to intervene. I knew that the two of you were having marital issues, but I was not going to pry. It is between the two of you."

"Yeah, it was me," I admit. "I screwed up, but Marten forgave me."

"You must be hungry, I will make you something to eat," he says.

"No, that's…." I say but he was gone in an instant, using his vampire speed to get to the kitchen.

I walk down to the kitchen to find him mixing up vegetables and beef on a skillet.

"I took a cooking class a year ago," he smiles.

I smile back to him as I sit at the kitchen island.

We talk and share cooking tips and recipes. I felt comfortable with him, listening to his stories and sharing my own. He watches me eat as he drinks True Blood. Whoever taught him how to cook, did an outstanding job. I savour every morsel of the delicious meal.

After I finish, he puts the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and wipes the counters.

I look outside and it was dark, the outside lights illuminating the pool and deck. I hear the waves crashing against the shoreline. I probe the bond, Marten was still in New York. Crap! I had forgotten that I was going to call him to tell him to come here.

"I will take you back to New York," Marius says to me. "If you don't mind flying with me."

"Oh," I say to him. I recall the times when I had flown with him. "Umm, sure, if you think that's the fastest way to get there. But I was going to call him and tell him to come here."

"If what you say is true about this man, then he will be coming here with Marten, no matter what. I think that meeting Marten in New York would be best," he says.

"Ok," I say to him. I wanted to tell him otherwise, but I bite my lip. Besides he had thousands of years of life experience on me and he knew Marten better than anyone else. Of course, Marius was right.

"What were you thinking about earlier in the bedroom?" he asks me.

My face reddens. "Uhh nothing much." I lie, but he looks at me practically saying liar, liar, pants on fire.

"I was just thinking about that time you asked me to show you how to dance," I say to him. "At the time I just found it so odd that a two thousand-year-old vampire couldn't dance."

He laughs lightly and smiles. "Yes, it is odd."

I laugh too.

"There is something that I have wanted to ask you, but it seems like I could never find the opportunity to ask you," he says. "Or rather, the strength to ask you."

Oh no…. I think to myself. I knew what he was going to say.

"I feel like, no… more like I do know you. The witch, that Hallow woman, said some things that night she tried to kill you and take me, she knew, didn't she?"

I bite my lower lip. Just when my life was already complicated, it wanted to become even more of a jumbled mess.

"I saw it in your eyes, back in the Stockholm, many years ago," he says.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to tell him everything, how that part of me missed him deeply and how happy I was that he was alive., but I couldn't… couldn't I?

Tears form in my eyes as I look at the floor, not able to look at him.

Suddenly, I see a reddish light. I look up to see that it was around him. It was his powers, the special powers that he possessed. He walks towards me and I stand up to face him, not afraid of him, knowing that the glow would not harm me. I wipe away the tears as he puts his hands on my upper arms. I suddenly begin glowing red as well.

I smile at him and close my eyes. I wanted to share my light with him as well. I summon up my Fae powers and open my eyes as my body creates a bluish light around me. Our lights connect and turn purple. I had to tell him everything, I had to show him.

I put my hands on his cheeks and show him everything. All my memories of our past life together, I show him Marten's death, I show him his death by the disease that killed so many vampires, and especially I show him every memory I had of our happy decade-long marriage. It was a life that we shared in another timeline, that seemed so far away, but yet so close.

His eyes begin to well up with blood tears as he sees everything.

"Sookie," he says softly and he puts his hands on my shoulders, then on my cheeks too. "Is it really you?"

"What?" I whisper back. Had he come back? Just like what had happened to me?

I nod and hug him. He hugs me back and lifts me up.

He starts laughing joyfully and I couldn't help but laugh along with him as he twirls me around in his arms.

"I knew I would see you again," I say to him softly, still reeling in happiness.

"It feels strange," he says. I still had my arms around him.

He places his palm along my cheek, his thumb touching my bottom lip softly. I continue to gaze at him, lost in his eyes.

"So, this is where you went, I was wondering where you had gone to," a familiar voice calls out.

Immediately, the connection we had breaks and I shift my eyes from Marius to the voice across the room. I recoil from Marius as I keep my eyes on the person across from us. His eyes full of rage, confusion, hurt and most of all, betrayal.

I take a huge gulp, not ready for what was to come.