Schyleur followed Sookie up to the throne and they mashed themselves right between their two companions.

"Sookie this is Eric Northman, the owner of Fangtasia and sheriff of this area," the man beside her stated dryly.

"Sookie," Eric repeated the name before glancing at Sky, his hand under his chin as he leaned lazily on the arm of his throne, "And you are."

"Schyleur Herveaux," Alcide answered for her.

"Bill, Alcide," Eric motioned between them, "Now that everyone is acquainted-" he paused, "Herveaux?" he raised an eyebrow, "You have a sister?"

"No," Alcide crossed his arms over his chest, "I have a wife."

Eric scoffed at that.

"Please," he rolled his eyes, "You want me to believe that, that," he motioned to Sky, "is your wife?"

Alcide clenched his teeth together and Sky rested a hand on his arm.

"Is there a reason you asked us over here?"

"Asked?" he repeated the word back slowly.

"Yes, asked," Sky smiled a fake pointed smile, "because I, Eric Northman, do not get summoned."

Alcide put an arm around Sky and pulled her in to his side, covering her mouth with one of his hands. She sighed as Eric smirked before turning to look at Sookie.

"I hear you're asking my employees about a girl. If you have any questions you should bring them directly to me," he said coldly, "not my employees and definitely not my customers."

"Okay," Sookie shrugged and took the one step up to Eric's throne, fishing her picture out of her pocket.

She pointed to the girl and then looked up Eric.

"Do you know her?"

"No," he said shortly.

"Well she was a fang banger and she was murdered and drained of blood so-"

"So, I still can't help you," he rolled his eyes as if irritated with their presence, "She's been here," he admitted, "and she's been seen with some vampires, but no one that was a regular that I know a name for. So, like I said, I can't help you," Eric pushed his shoulder length blonde hair back, "Talk to Pam. She'll know I sent you."

"Pam didn't want to talk to me."

"Well, she will now," he said simply.

He waved her away and Bill nodded his head once towards Eric and then once towards Alcide before grabbing his date politely by the upper arm. Sookie let Bill lead her a few feet away before pausing. She tore off a small piece of the bottom corner of her picture and dug in her small purse to produce a pen. She scribbled on the scrap before handing it to Schyleur.

"We should talk," she said quietly, "alone."

Schyleur looked at the paper and then up at the girl before her, before nodding.

Sookie smiled smally and then turned and smiled at Eric again before once again allowing herself to be led by Bill.

"Take seats," he gestured around him to the smaller places on either side of him.

"I'd rather stand," Alcide scanned the bar.

"Suit yourself," Eric shrugged.

"So you're the vamp that's been giving Alcide the blues?" Sky took the one step up and collapsed in to the chair beside him.

Eric smirked and looked down at her.

"I assume I am," he said simply, "How long have the two of you been married?"

"Long enough," Schyleur said quickly.

"You have a mouth on you," he pointed at her, "I see why your husband keeps you hidden away."

"He's just embarrassed of me," Sky joked.

"Sky," Alcide hissed her name.

Eric's eyes glinted with amusement.

"I know you don't buy this," Sky said simply, "So why are you humoring us?"

"Because I find it funny that my good friend Alcide here finds it acceptable to lie to me after everything that we've been through," Eric feigned hurt, "especially after I had his entire family dug in to. I would know if he was married."

"Of course you would," Alcide rolled his eyes.

"Down boy," Eric rolled him off and turned his attention back to Sky, "So how do you know Alcide really?"

"He was best friends with my brother and he in fact, was hand-picked by that brother to be my husband."

"So you're a were?" he looked her up and down.

"No," she said dryly, "And I never insinuated that I was."

Eric nodded.

"You don't smell like a were."

"Then what do I smell like?" she challenge.

"Schyleur," Alcide growled her name.

"I would say my next meal," Eric admitted, "but that would make our boy a little uncomfortable," Eric smiled, "and the complicated relationship Alcide and I have may be coming to a close soon," Eric's gaze never left Sky, "depending on how much you're willing to do for your future husband," he purred the word.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Alcide intervened.

"What would you need me to do?" Sky shot Alcide a look.

Eric smiled, showing off his fangs.

"Eric!" Pam appeared out of seemingly thin air, "We need to get out of here. Let's go."

"What are you talking about?" he sighed.

"There's an undercover cop in here and an idiot feeding in the bathroom."

"How do you-"

"Bill's human!" she snapped, "Now move!"

Eric stood quickly and offered Schyleur a hand to lift her from her seat.

"Follow me," he said simply, turning on his heels and starting towards a door hidden from the crowd by his gaudy throne set up.

Schyleur looked to Alcide who took her hand and nodded.

They followed Eric threw a long dark hallway and out of a door that led them outside and in to the cold, crisp air. Schyleur caught sight of Sookie in the passenger seat of a car as it made its way quickly out of the parking lot. Eric looked at his two guests.

"I'm sorry you came all this way and we didn't get to fully discuss business, Alcide," he shrugged, "but I'll make a house call next time," he paused and spun around, grabbing Sky's hand and planting a kiss to it, "I'll see you soon as well, Mrs. Herveaux."

He disappeared and Pam quickly followed. Sky turned to look at Alcide.

"What the hell just-"

"Get in the truck," Alcide growled, "Now."

Sky sighed. Of course, he was pissed and all she had done was sit her ass on a chair and drink Coca-Cola. Oh and be polite to the damn vampire that practically owned his ass. She was his new bargaining chip. She could potentially help him with everything that was stressing him to the point of a near break down and yet he was angry. Of course he was. He was Alcide fricken' Herveaux. Perfect.