Dead on the Crossroads

A/N: This is set some time after Dead and Gone. Its my first fan-fic so be kind! All mistakes are my own. Sorry don't have a beta.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Southern Vampires. Sole copyright belongs to Charlaine Harris. I'm poor, please don't sue. Most of the characters are Charlaine Harris's... but some are mine!.

Chapter one:

"Master?" Pam hissed as she ran at top speed to the side of her maker. A few minutes earlier Eric had headed back to the office to take care of the paperwork he was required to tend to as Sheriff. She could feel something was wrong in their bond. "Whats happening?"

Eric was about half way to his desk when he fell to his knees. Bloody tears ran down his cheeks. The soft hum of Sookie's life was abruptly gone. Only emptiness filled his chest as his hand flew up to the place his once beating heart rested.

"Sookie." Eric gasped and could say nothing further.

Pam's eyes widened and said in whisper, "Is she..." but couldn't finish. She didn't know what to do. How to help him. She stared down at him, seeing fear and pain openly in her Master's eyes. The last time she had seen this look was when Sookie was taken by the Fairies. He had been incapacitated by the pain inflicted on Sookie, drawing as much of it away from her as he could with the blood bond he and Sookie shared. If he hadn't been a Vampire the pain would have been too much for him and Sookie. He had been forced to send Bill with Niall to save her.

"I...do...not...know." Eric's mind raced. His hand was still at his chest. He didn't move a muscle. 'I should have felt something. Pain. Fear. Something. But nothing. Nothing had alerted me that she was in any danger. Was she dead? No. NO. It has to be something else. There would have been some sort of clue or indication of trouble.' He knew that she couldn't close the bond. He had been able to feel her consistently since Rhodes, the closer he was to her the stronger the feelings. Scenarios blazed through his mind. 'What would make the bond disappear like that. A shot to the head? Maybe from behind? To fast for her to even feel it coming? But she would have been alerted by her gift...I would have felt that. Maybe she was knocked out? Hit on the head? Maybe, taken far away making the bond to weak to feel? But it was so abruptly cut off. What is going on?' His mind was screaming at him, but he had no answers.

"Eric?" Pam said interrupting his thoughts. "Tell me how to help!" She was starting to worry, this was something she was not used to. Eric had always been able to control his emotions. He was always in control of any situation. This scared her and she needed to get him back to doing, instead of thinking. She needed him back in control.

"Call Sookie's witch...and the Shifter." Eric said stiffly.

"Yes Master." Pam grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket, flipped it open, and started to dial the witch. She walked out of the office into the hall to give him some space.

Eric, pulling himself together, got up off the floor and reached for his own cell that was sitting on his desk. He dialed Sookie's cell first. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voice-mail. He abruptly hung up and called the closest person to her house. Bill.

"Yes?" Bill's voice was flat.

"Compton. Go to Sookie's house. NOW!" Eric's voice became more urgent as he spoke. He couldn't stop the desperation from leaking into his words.

"What is it? Is she injured?" Now Bill's voice was laced with fear.

"I do not know." Eric reigned in his own emotion trying to control his voice. Feeling fear was not something he was use to and certainly not a feeling he enjoyed. "I can't feel her in the bond. Go! Go NOW!" Bill didn't waste time and hung up without another word.

Eric walked over the his chair and slumped behind his desk. The cool demeanor he earlier displayed in the bar, now completely gone. His mind everywhere at once trying to make sense of the situation and plan his next move.

Pam walked back in obvious distressed, "There is no answer from Amelia's cell. I left her a voice-mail to call me as soon as she gets the message. I called the Shifter and he said it was her day off. I didn't give him any information. I wasn't sure what you would want him to know at this point, seeing as we do not have much information ourselves." Pam and Eric just stared at each other. Neither of them moving so much as an inch, as a heavy silence filled the room.

Eric's cell rang just then and before it could ring a second time he flipped open his phone and demanded, "Bill! Tell me!"

"Eric, she's not there. Amelia isn't there either. I can smell magic in the house." Bill paused for a second and continued when Eric didn't respond. "Sookie and Amelia's cars are in the driveway and their purses and keys are still in the house, along with their cell phones. There were two plates on the kitchen table with pie on them. One was half eaten and the other wasn't touched. A fresh pot of coffee was recently brewed. I do not smell any fresh blood around the house. I didn't pick up any recent visitor's smell. Do you think they were taken... or worse?"

"I intend to find out. If anyone has hurt her I will track them down and tear them limb from limb. Slowly. For now go back to searching Sookie's home and property. See if you can come up with anything else."

"Done." Bill replied and hung up.

Eric's fear was turning to anger. 'This is a nightmare.' He thought. 'Not again.'

A while earlier:

"Amelia!" I called from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready."

"Be right there!" Amelia yelled from somewhere upstairs.

It was my turn to cook. Amelia and I had been switching off making dinner. On nights when I wasn't working at Merlotte's or If I worked the early shift, I made dinner. If I worked the late shift Amelia would make me a plate and leave it for me to heat up when I got home. Things between us had been getting better since the Fairy War. For the first couple of weeks, we hardly spoke to one another. What was there to say? I felt guilty for Tray's death and even though Amelia insisted that she didn't blame me, I could read it in her head, that some part of her did.

Slowly things were getting back to normal. It had been three months since Tray's funeral. Amelia was handling the death of Tray and her blame of me had waned, even if mine didn't. I was completely healed physically, with all Eric's blood, and most of the scars were fading. As for the emotional scars those would remain for some time if not forever. Only time would heal those wounds. I went back to work as soon as my body would let me and so did Amelia. She had stayed home to help me while I healed. I was glad she didn't go back to New Orleans. I had feared those first couple of days, after the war, that she would leave me too, but being the strong person she was, she stayed. I think maybe she needed someone to lean on as much as I did. But for now we both need the distraction of normalcy.

I set out our plates. I made a pot roast with carrots, onions, and potatoes and it smelled wonderful. It was one of Amelia's favorites. I sat down and she entered the kitchen and plopped herself in the chair across from mine. I could tell there was something distracting her when her mind touched mine, she was quite the loud sender. I put up my shields quickly. I figured she would tell me when she was ready. It wasn't polite to listen in on my best friend and I tried to stay out as much as I was able.

"Oh Sookie!" Amelia said with a smile. "I love your pot roast!" Without further ado, she dug in and so did I. We barely said anything while we ate. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence though, just one that we had come accustom to. We no longer felt the need for mindless chatter.

When we were finished, we picked up our plates, and put them in the sink to wash. Amelia started to wash the dishes as I put away the leftovers. I had noticed a pie in the fridge when I was gathering the ingredients to cook. I know it must have been Amelia who baked it. She was quite the little baker lately. The last month or so she would bake cookies, cakes, and pies. I found the smells quite comforting. Since Gran was gone, it had been far to long since the house had the familiar smells, and I found it consoling.

"Amelia? What kind of pie is this. It looks wonderful." I asked.

"Oh that's just a little something I threw together this morning. A surprise. I plan on having a piece as soon as I am done drying these dishes."

"Oh yum!" I had been eating my fair share of her baking exploits lately and started to put back on some of the weight I lost when I was injured. I took out the pie and cut two pieces and placed them on plates. I was happy to see the pie was peach, my favorite! I couldn't help but to think of my Gran again as I set them on the table. Peach was the last kind of pie my Gran made...ever.

"Don't wait for me. I got this." Amelia said as she put the dishes away. That Amelia, always quite the clean freak, had those dishes washed and put away in no time.

I wasn't very hungry since we just had pot roast, but who am I to pass up peach pie? It would he rude to turn it down after all the time Amelia took to make it. So I shoveled a bite in my mouth. " Hmm." I mumbled as I took another bite. "This is really good."

"Thanks. Want some coffee with that?" Amelia asked and turned to me.

I nodded. I had a mouthful of pie and it wasn't very ladylike to talk with your mouthful. Amelia started the coffee and I heard her mumble something. Suddenly my head was whirling. I dropped my fork and tried to keep from passing out. I looked at Amelia in fear as she walked over to me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

I couldn't hear what she was saying but I could see her mouth moving. My eyes fluttered and then... there was nothing.

When I woke up my head was killing me. Fear shot through me when I realized I had been knocked out. My eyes flew open and the anxiety gripped me tightly. I was about to scream when a hand covered my mouth.

It was Amelia. She was leaning over me. "Sookie, Sookie...your fine. Your fine." Amelia said in a soothing voice.

This was way to close to what happened to me when the fairies took me. I scrambled back from her and looked around wildly to determine where I was. As I took in the surrounding area, I realized we were no longer in Bon Temps, or even Louisiana.