A/N: I am so sorry that this chapter was delayed, but I've been rereading the Sookie Stackhouse novels and watching every episode of True Blood for some much needed inspiration and one liners. This story is a FemSlash! and with have some strictly adult scenes. I'm trying something different with changes in point of view, but don't fret my pretty fangbangers, the story will remain fun and fleshy. Plus, the character you've all been waiting for...Eric, the lusty viking sexy god!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously. So don't try to sue me. Rights to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball solely.

Vampires! Witches! Lesbians! Oh My! by Alicia Strange

Chapter 3: Wow, That Green Monster Sure Is Packing...

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If ya need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far (don't worry baby)
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
Ya don't have to worry
Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough...

-"Ain't No Mountain High" by Marvin Graye

Pam's Point of View

Distress. Betrayal. Anger.

When Eric normally sent these emotions through the bond, they would be in small doses, and I was usually very close by an all too happy to help him take care of "business". But what he was feeling now was not his regular emotions. In the past, I had gotten similar calls from him through the bond, all forms of danger and need. But this time was different.

Sookie was yelling to me from the passenger seat, and even though I had just proclaimed her a friend (which I still can't wrap my head around that one), she was not too far off from being bitch slapped. I really didn't need her whining right now. I had to focus on Eric's signals, hoping that he could hold off whatever was trying to get him until I arrived.

I could tell he was at Fangtasia because his presence was familiar to him. The bond could act like a GPS in dire situations and that had "came in handy" as Sookie put it. He was calling for me to hurry and I stepped on the gas. The bond between Maker and Child was sacred, and I had to answer his call. Ignoring was useless, as after a while, the bond begins to take control your mind. I had heard of cases where a child resisted his master's call for nearly twenty years, and finally met the sun, unable to take the constant stabbing of his master's influence through the bond.

I considered myself extremely lucky that I had a fair master like Eric. Rarely did he call on me against my will, and he appreciated that my tastes in sexual interests differed from his own (actually, since I had just fucked Sookie to the brink of insanity, we DID have the same tastes). It had been at least twenty-five years since we last fucked (I remember because Eric wore a white glove that he said kept his "Vamp pimp hand strong" while I had that horrid feathered hairstyle) and to be honest, I missed his roughness and strong legs from time to time.

I focused on the path ahead, an accident was preventing me from continuing on the road. Police lights flashed brightly in the darkness of the Louisiana night, and the screeching sirens had called a number of redneck humans to flock. Of course humans were drawn to the commotion, no surprise there.

A smug policeman waved me to slow my speed and roll down my window. I had seriously thought about stepping on the gas and splattering his entrails everywhere (it would have made a lovely mess and snack for later) but Sookie shot me a glare, and I forced myself to behave. No wonder Eric was always frustrated when she was around; she had the habit of pushing morals on vamps. I really was regretting this "friendship".

I rolled down the window slowly, sticking out my arm and face nonchalantly, giving myself the sweet, curious look. "Hello Officer..." I glanced at his badge,"Bellefleur. Is there a problem, sir?" using my innocent southern accent and grinning into a smile that Miss Universe would be jealous of.

He raised a brow at me, taking in my beauty, untidy hairdo, and bloody face. He cleared his throat, terror in his eyes, but stability in his movements, ready to pull his gun on me if I moved a muscle. I tried not to laugh, but I really didn't have time for this.

"Where are you Ms...?" he said, motioning for me to reveal who I was. "Ravenscroft," I offered. He nodded, "Ms. Ravenscroft, and Ms...Sookie Stackhouse? What the hell are you doing with this vampire?" he exclaimed, peering his pg-face through the window to shine a light in her face. I hissed unexpectedly, forgetting my composure. Sookie was my friend and responsibility, and I was not going to have some trailer trash policeman think distastefully of her (even if we did do what he was probably thinking).

I felt Sookie's anger and frustration. I suspected she wished I would have run him over. Why does no one listen to my great ideas?

She put her hand up to block her eyes from the bright light, making me laugh internally, reminding me of the way Béla Lugosi used his god-awful cloak to hide from the sun. Really, humans were so far off when they pictured vampires.

Sookie cleared her throat hoarsely. "Andy, can you just let us pass 'cause we have somewhere to go. Now!" I smiled, but kept my eyes on the officer. There was the boldness that only Sookie Stackhouse could pull off.

He made a grumbling sound and flashed the light back to my face, evidently, choosing not to answer her question. Not a wise choice.

"Officer," I said more lowly now and his dark eyes met mine. I narrowed intensely at him and tilt my head slightly. Glamoring men was so easy that it made feeding a joke. That's why I prefer women. They put up more of a fight.

"Yes," he choked, taken back by my sudden look, then turned into a spineless drone of a no intelligence.

"Listen closely, Mr. Bellefleur, I hate the fact that you, like many other men, think you can boss women around with the wave of your little flashlight. I hate the fact that you humans think you have authority to control the will of those around you, especially those far, far stronger than you. And, I hate the fact that everyone in this god forsaken redneck town has to talk shit about my dear friend Sookie, here. Now, that being said, if you do not let us pass this second, I will rip your dick clearly off your body with my bare hands. You picking up what I'm putting down?" I threatened, half-hoping that I could bring a blood-filled organ to Eric. That would sure brighten his night.

His eyes shot out of his skull and I was sure he was going to leak water from his face like the little pussy he was. He shook in his gay-ass cowboy boots and waved the flashlight to the road ahead. I smiled brightly at him, revealing my fangs, blowing him a very bloody kiss. I hoped he pissed himself right then.

As I passed the swirl of red and blue lights, I saw a stretcher being loaded into an ambulance truck. I couldn't care less, but I sensed curiosity in my newly-formed bond with Sookie. I pushed her feelings away, and reached up to put on the local radio station, anticipating my next turn in the road so I could speed to Shreveport.

I wondered what had caused Eric to call me so severely. I knew that ever since Victor had announced Felipe de Castro's takeover of Louisiana, Eric had been increasingly paranoid with his dealings, and his relationship with Sookie. He had ordered me to keep my interaction with her to a "minimum" but he did not restrict me from seeing Amelia, so running into Sookie was likely. I had suspected that Victor had showed up, threatening her life and Eric had gone all viking on him. His current thoughts were pain and regret. This only confused me more.

I made a quick turn onto the next interstate and eased my speed to an easy 120 mph. Sookie gasped suddenly and leaned back into her chair with force, shooting me a glare, to which I only returned with a smirk. She relaxed after finding that I could control the car with the current speed, and reached up to turn on the car light, bending down to rummage through the glove box.

"What are you looking for?" I murmured, my eyes shifting right to glance at her. Her blond hair was tangled and wild, reminding me of our earlier time together, and her tight blue dress was constructing her curvaceous body.

She turned up to me with a strange look, then went back to her search. "A brush," she mumbled, before giving up, and crossing her arms in a huff.

"There's one in my purse on the backseat, and some of those ties for your hair," I offered after her frustration.

She unbuckled herself and grabbed my pink and silver Betseyville bag, bringing it back to her lap. "Wow, I didn't know you had so much human stuff," she commented after she found my makeup bag and hair supplies pouch. She grabbed the brush and proceeded to put her hair up.

I smirked, and let out a quick giggle. "I may not be human, Sookie, but I am a woman. I like makeup, it adds a touch of, well, glamor to my lure," I revealed. It was actually the only human thing about me, I thought, and even though Eric had thought it odd for me to keep a constant supply, I reminded him that his pet wears such products and he shut up. Unfortunately now, whenever he was concerned about something for Sookie, he'd come to me, because I knew of such "womanly devices". So much for my luck.

She laughed hard for a moment, and I turned to her suspiciously. "What?"

"It's just, well, I never met a vampire like you, Pam. You're so dark and seductive when you're at Fangtasia, but when it's just you, well, you are so much fun and girlie," she managed, then smiled up at me, her hair obediently tied up nicely into a ponytail.

"Yes, well, let's keep it our little secret. I wouldn't want the others to know me this way, then they might question my bark, and I'd be all too happy to show them my bite," I said, clicking out my fangs and smiling my devious smile. Sookie laughed again, but then nodded. She knew I was serious, and that made me glad.

"Hand that to me," I asked, and she passed me my purse. Within the first line of Jace Everett's "Bad Things", I managed to put my own hair up in a matching high ponytail, leaving Sookie to gape in awe at my speed and efficiency. I smiled again at her, then felt her slight happiness turn into frustration, then actual pain. She was holding her head in her right hand, and clutching her stomach.

"Is it Eric?" I demanded, fearing the worst for my master, to which I was still five minutes away from. She nodded slightly, and groaned out. I immediately increased my speed, hoping that she didn't vomit in my car. After a moment, she continued to groaned some more, so I decided to talk to her to calm her down.

"Sookie, listen. I'm almost there, and I'll rip the head off whoever is hurting him," I vowed, my anger and thirst for vengeance was apparent in my voice. She groaned again, and tried deep breathing.

"Pam, he's really hurt! Is this how he feels when I am getting hurt?" she gasped, desperate for the pain to stop on both sides of the bond.

Having never blood-bonded with anyone before, I was stumped. Eric sensed when she was in danger, but I didn't know if he felt physical pain when she did. "I don't know, Sookie," was all I could say, and I nearly missed my exit off the freeway, sharply turned left and raced to the Fangtasia parking lot, which was filled to near capacity. "Alright, we're here. I need you to stay in the car. If something is really harming Eric this severely, you might be hurt as well. If I do not return in ten minutes, drive back to Bon Temps and stay with Bill," I commanded, but she shook her head defiantly, untangling herself from the seat-belt.

"No, Pam! Eric needs me. I have to go in!" she confirmed, her hand reaching for the car door, but I got out of the car and rounded to block her exit, grabbing her wrist in my iron lock.

"No, Sookie. Eric needs you alive. I need you alive. You're no good to anyone dead. You must stay here," I hissed, using my lethal vamp look complete with fangs to shut her up. She didn't look happy, but nodded sullenly.

I turned from the car to the bar, creeping to the back employee entrance, and used my key to get in. I surveyed the area; humans were dressed in their goth apparel, mingling with the employees their. There was only two vampires present on the floor, Clancy, who was enthralling vermin in his booth, and Thalia, who was serving up orders at the bar. I sniffed the area, and found a scent that I had once before smelled, yet couldn't place. It was apparently, shifter, yet not Were. Unique, and dangerous, I confirmed.

I peeked into Eric's office, and noticed the smell was not present in the room, so I journeyed to the basement, stopping by the door to I hear Eric roar out in pain, and a viscous growl that sounded like a large and lethal animal. I stretched out my hands and arms, ready for the fight, when the door was broke open, revealing a large man with claws as hands, and jagged teeth.

Now this was unexpected. "Oh, it's you. Why am I not surprised? Oh yes, because Sookie's exes are always fucked up jealous pussies who only ever end up hurting her," I spat at the weretiger, who growled down at me, my maker's blood dripping from his mouth. I hissed back, and lunged at the big idiot, knocking him down hard, and rolling down the stairs. He jumped to his now claw-like feet, and roared.

"I didn't do this for Sookie. You and your maker must die." he growled, then turned fully into a large tiger and swiped his claw in my direction. I jumped out of the way and to the wall, using it to push off, landing behind the large cat. I grabbed his tail to throw the beast to the concrete wall, but he reached around and slashed my leg, causing me to yelp in pain and release my hold on him. The tiger pounced to face me and swerved his heard to bite me, but I punched his head, knocking him over.

Jumping to my feet, I ran to the other side of the room to uncover our hidden weapons' closet, when I saw Eric, ripped open and bloody. He was bound in silver chains and sizzling. He was groaning in pain, as part of the chain was on his head, and the other on his groin. I cried out in horror. Never had I seen him in so much pain and I couldn't help but be distracted by his suffering to react in time of the crouching tiger hidden jackass who bit into my neck, bringing me to the ground hard. I scratched at his face and eyes, but it was a useless attempt.

He picked me up with his teeth and threw me next to Eric, my skin touched the silver and I screamed, unable to move from my sliver imprinted arms. I watched regretfully as the tiger shifted back to his bare human form and rose to his feet, letting out a satisfied and throaty laugh. "I will have you bloodsuckers nothing but fangs when I'm done with you," he spat down to us, and I feared the worst, meeting my final death by the claws of some juicehead Were who had no hair or manners. Dammit.

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I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me

-"Taking Over Me by" Evanescence

Sookie's point of view

Waiting sucks.

Here I was, in deep pain and frustration that the vampire, whom I was scary in love with but also terrified of, was in deep vamp shit and I couldn't do anything but sit here and feel his pain.

Pam pulled the whole, 'stay in the car weak girl' thing and I felt completely helpless after all but five minutes. It wasn't even that I could do much. I wasn't that strong or smart to come up with a great plan, but I could use my ability to see if anyone knew what was going on. Pam would kill me, but then again, she might already be dead.

I got out of the car and slowly walked over to the entrance where a human employee was checking IDs. Since Pam and I rushed to get here and I had forgotten my wallet. I didn't know the new bouncer, so I used my cute southern belle accent and boobs to get his attention.

"Hello, how's the bar tonight? You remember me, Sookie Stackhouse?" I asked the young man who hovered over me by a foot. He had on black pants and a nicely smoothed gray vest that hung over his bare chest. If he had a bow tie on, I would have thought he was a Chip and Dale's dancer. He eyed me suspiciously at first, noting the strangeness of my name, thinking it had a meaning, but he couldn't place it.

"I need to see some ID," he commanded, reassuring me that my name meant little to him.

I shifted in my stance and pulled out another card. "You might wanna let me in soon, otherwise Eric's gonna be pretty mad that his bonded is not with him, and you know what happens when the big kahuna's mad..." I hinted, and watched in satisfaction as his fierce look of lure transpired into a a frightened tense face. He hesitated a bit, but then moved over to allow me entrance. I smiled up at him with a snarky leer, and then proceeded through the door.

Everything seemed normal in the bar, if normal is what you could call it. The regular bar patrons at Fangtasia were a breed of their own, men and women wearing dark gothic clothing and radical hairstyles to attract others like them, and hopefully those of a less alive nature. I glanced across the room to see Eric's throne empty, and his booth as well. I wasn't surprised, but I figured he was in his office.

Clancy saw me round the room and stared at me with his usual vamp look, to which I smiled brightly at. That "kill 'em with kindness" mantra from Gran rang loud in my head and I needed to avoid his attention. Thalia was behind the bar counter busy with a full clan of humans who were ordering their favorite drinks. I did want to get her attention, but she seemed too focused on her strategic drink mixing skills. If the vamps were unaware of Eric's danger, then I really was in trouble. I leaned by the bar and focused on the thoughts of the bar patrons, scanning for anything that could help me out.

Damn, vodka, gets me every time...

She's hot...look, no bra. I know what shes here for...

Where's that sexy tall vamp that everyone talks about...

I wonder if he likes men...

I can't believe there's only one vamp out tonight...

I gotta get some ass tonight...

I know he was just here like twenty minutes ago...

Who was that big bald headed guy? Was he a vamp too?

I tensed the second I heard the last thought. I had only met one man with a bald head, and if it was the one I thought it was, I was in trouble.

I turned around and followed the hallway to pass the restrooms, turning past the "employees only" door, and into Eric's office. I felt no brainwaves or voids there, so I continued down the hall to near the basement door, which was broken from its hinges, and split into hundreds of wooden splinters. I stopped in my tracks and scanned the room below. Two voids and a were. But not just any were, it was one I knew all too well. Quinn.

Fucking vamps and their bullshit. I didn't agree to this crap. Just "help me take over Louisiana" and I'll release your mother, but no. Fuck Castro! Running these stupid errands for him. At least it's the Sheriff vamp and his child. I fucking hate him for taking Sookie from me. She deserves better than that bloodsucking corpse. Maybe this is worth torturing him...

Quinn's thoughts were even more raw than his words, as he growled out happily when he slashed Eric or Pam. Then, his thoughts turned into just images, pure evil images of what he wanted to do to them and what he thought Victor Madden would do to them.

I held my hand to my mouth, hoping that I could stop myself from crying out in anger. How could Quinn do this? Did he really enjoy the horrible torture he was condemning my friends and lovers to?

That's when I saw him. Eric was covered in large silver chains that wrapped from his shoulders to legs, end pieces lied on his head and crotch, burning his pale skin and beautiful face. He hissed and groaned loudly and I cried out desperately, wishing to release him from his pain. He was completely helpless. His eyes opened slightly and his sorrow filled eyes stared into my shiny ones.

Pam was by him in a similar position, silver sizzling the flesh of her arms deeply, anger in her blood stained eyes. She did not want to meet her end here, and I was sure as hell not gonna let her.

I cautioned slowly toward the tiger, my arms up in defense and peace. Quinn had sensed my fear and inched closer, baring his jaws and bloody teeth my way.

"Quinn, please. Why are you doing this? This isn't the caring man I know. You can stop this. He won't know, we'll make it work," I pleaded, my voice choked with sobs.

His stance stiffened when I mentioned Castro. His huge purple eyes narrowed at me and his face twitched, his whiskers rising up. I had noticed he actually backed away from me. I thought it was strange as I was the one who should be backing up. I locked eyes with the massive beast and looked into its head.

How does she know? Oh, must have heard me. I don't want to hurt her but she caused me so much pain...so much hurt. But she is so beautiful, so natural...why does she not love me? I can give her children and a future and love, what can he? I should just take her with me and we can run away from all this vampire shit together...

I actually was slightly touched by his mind set, even though he was being another hot-tempered male. I just didn't love Quinn, and I was sure not stupid enough to run from vampires, especially a king. Just then I knew what I had to do.

"Quinn, I'm sorry for everything I said to you. I-I didn't mean it. I...care about you," I admitted, and it was true, even if I didn't want to be with him. I dropped my hands to my sides and inched closer and closer to the tiger, reaching out my hand to touch his fur.

Quinn began to back away, but then eased up, allowing me to pet the fur on his head. He pushed his tiger head in my hand and urged be to continue. I moved closer and carefully wrapped myself around his fuzzy form. I felt a hot lick from his tongue on my shoulder and I hummed a few comforting words into his large ears. I looked over to Pam and met her eyes. I winked, and she nodded curtly.

I pulled away from him a bit and faced his feline face, pressing my nose to his wet pink one. "Change, for me," I pleaded softly.

There was hesitation in his eyes, but he moved his head in what I thought was a nod, and I moved around him, closer to Pam, but never looking away from Quinn. His body vibrated suddenly and I heard that bone-breaking slushy crunch that always gave me the chills, and he slowly transformed into his human form, all bare and brawn.

By this time, Quinn had been distracted long enough to not notice my foot which stealthily kicked the silver chain off Pam's arms, allowing her to move. I turned my head and gave her a look that said, "wait," and she returned the look, shifting to her side and pretending to look in pain.

Quinn completed his shift and turned to me, blood on his face. I felt my heart pound hard in my chest and I tried to calm my breathing, for fear of revealing our plan. I moved toward him, opening my arms to hold his middle, and he leaned down to sniff me.

"Oh, Quinn. I made the worst mistake ever! I want you, baby. Just you," I sang into his naked chest and he rubbed my back.

"Babe, I never meant all those bad things I said to you. I'm sorry my family got involved with us. We'll find a way to rescue my mom and then we'll run away together. Just you and me, babe," he said into my ear, and I cried sadly to myself. I felt horrible for tricking him this way, but I it was what I had to do in order to save Pam and Eric, I had to.

Quinn bent his head down to my neck urgently, claiming my mouth as his own, and for the last time I tasted the hot, rusty taste of blood and musty sweetness that was all Quinn, before Pam came from behind me to throw the silver chain around his shoulders. Quinn released me instantly, and roared out in extreme pain, but it was no use; the silver was melting through his skin like acid, causing him to fall down on his knees in anguish.

I jumped back and rushed toward Eric, removing the bloody chains that held him. He rose quickly for a silver-poisoned vamp, and grabbed an axe from the weapons wall to appear in front of Quinn. Pam moved aside and threw off the leather gloves that I hadn't seen her put on, watching with much admiration and pride as Eric sliced the axe at the weretiger's chest. I watched in horror as blood from Quinn's torso was spraying out of his wound and onto Eric and me.

"Fuck you, vampires!" Quinn screamed out, when Eric came at him with another powerful hit. Eric dropped the axe and pushed Quinn onto his back, baring his fangs in a vampiristic growl of bloodlust.

"No one comes into my bar, binds me and my child in silver chains, touches my bonded, and lives to tell the tale. You've pissed me off for the last time, tiger. So, fuck you!" Eric spat in Quinn's face before using his fangs to bite into his neck and spitting the were's blood in his face and snapping his neck with a swift twist of the head. Quinn's body went limp and his blood flooded the basement floor, inching toward Pam's really cute Louboutin's and my Walmart sandals.

"I thought I saw a pussy...cat," the beautiful blond vampire purred out, adjusting her clothing from her fight.

Eric rose from his crouching position and turned to me, checking me over before devouring me into his long pale arms. I hugged him back tightly, for fear of losing him."I felt your pain, your distress. I thought the worst had-" I choked into his huge chest, before he interrupted me.

"Sookie, I am unharmed, really. My pain was much more mental, as I thought I would be leaving you, in this sad excuse of a world, behind," he blurted in his estranged and tortured/vengeful vampire voice. I simply hugged him tighter.

"Well, that was quite a show. I think our little waitress, here, is in the wrong business. Academy Award, anyone?" Pam said from behind us, in her usual mocking tone, with a hint of leer in her voice. I released Eric, and very nearly jumped my new friend, throwing my arms around her shoulders.

"Oh, Pam! I swear I was just gonna die if you were hurt! You're finally my friend and then this happened!" I cried out, happily relieved that the two vampires I cared about were safe. I felt Pam stiffen from my sudden contact, which I found ironic as we, only an hour ago, had sex.

"Whoa, cupcake. Now I know we just did the dirty, but that doesn't mean I'm ready for PDA," she managed and reached around to pat my back awkwardly, and I giggled for a second, then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

Eric pulled Pam's arm away from me, and turned her to face him. "What is the meaning of this?" he growled fiercely, Quinn's blood still all over his face and black tank top. Just now, I noticed that his face was healing up slowly, yet was still disfigured.

Pam stared back up at Eric, a slightly amused expression claimed her lipped-lined mouth, and I knew she was enjoying my complete embarrassment. "Well, earlier while you were driving yourself down that sad road of sorrow over your bonded and losing your attention, Sookie and I were exploring the very real world of lesbian love-making, and I daresay, she found the act of womanly pleasure...delicious," Pam purred out, emphasizing 'pleasure' with even more lust and mocking than I had ever heard her use.

Now, I've seen Eric's many expressions; longing, love, lust, you name it, but the strange look that appeared his face was a combination of every single one, and after raising a brow from Pam to me, I noticed he was completely speechless, turning to me for some kind of response.

"Well, yeah that..we...happened," I managed barely, unable to meet his eyes. I knew my face was redder than a tomato, and in that instant, Pam decided she wasn't done.

"Actually, we had a threesome, as our favorite witch was very...enthusiastic about Sookie's initiation as a lover of women. She came quite willingly too, which was another plus. When was the last time you had sex with her, master, for she was exquisite?" Pam continued, grinning from ear to ear, using her icy blue eyes to stab Eric's with jealously and want.

Eric actually began to shake with anger as he towered over her short, slim form. "Pam, as my child, you know my bonded is off limits. She is mine. What made you think I would allow this? You will be punished severely," he hissed through his fangs, though I sensed frustration more than anger in his speech. Maybe he was truly jealous that we had sex, and not invited him. Even though Eric and I had been on not-so-good terms for a month now, that didn't mean I hated him. I loved him more that I ought to, and he had already told me he loved me. Maybe this was just the thing we needed to get to a somewhat normal relationship, except, I had to figure out the whole sleeping with his child thing. Maybe if I...

"Eric," I called out to him from behind, moving myself in front of Pam (avoiding Quinn's remains on the floor), and before him. He stared down at me and I gazed up at his nearly healed and beautiful face. I reached up and wiped the blood off his mouth, and wiping in on his shirt. I couldn't stand having my ex's blood on my lover's face. It was just wrong. "Don't be mad at Pam. I wanted to be with her, Eric. I haven't had a, uh, release in a long time, and I was all but dying inside because we hadn't seen each other in so long. I just kinda lost myself with them, but I only want to be with you, Eric," I confessed, hoping I could get Pam out of a well deserved punishment.

My viking just stared down at me, his fangs clicking back in his mouth. His eyes searched mine for truth, and I knew he would find it there in my own. After a few seconds, he shook his head and actually laughed, "I don't believe this, lover. Every time I begin to figure you out, you do something I can never suspect. A threesome? Lesbian, nonetheless! Lover, if you had urges, why have you not contacted me?" he asked, sounding actually hurt.

I scoffed and shook my head. Oh, no, those baby blues weren't gonna work on me. "Me contact you?" I asked, unsure what I was going to say next, but knowing I was still pissed off.

"Yes, lover. I can smell the sex off both you and Pam, and though I do not approve of such betrayal, I find it incredibly sexy that my two favorite women have showed a physical interest in each other," he said huskily, delighted that such a erotic occasion had occurred. Those bloody lips rose slightly to the side, and his sly look only enhanced the speediness of my pulse. Well, well, I sure as hell didn't know where this was going now.

"I, well, I guess we just got carried away," I admitted, then looked over to Pam to apologize, "But I enjoyed it very much," and she returned me with a not-so-innocent smile.

Eric reached down a hand and stroked the bare flesh of my arm, instantly enticing goosebumps there. "Well, I suppose now I must come up with a punishment, for both of you I think..." he trailed off, his eyes flickering from me and his child. I gulped.

Pam saw the slight fear in my body language, and moved forward. "I will be glad to take whatever punishment you will demand of me, master, but Sookie deserves no-" Pam began loyally, but failed to notice the intensity of Eric's glare directed my way.

"Sookie is just as responsible as you, and as my bonded, she must know the consequences for such behavior," he said lowly, yet I suspected the punishment would be less the painful kind. I felt my heart bang against my ribcage and my breath was caught in my throat. He gripped the side of my head, and stretched my neck out, giving him complete access to my flustered skin.

"Eric," I breathed out, my voice weak with fear and excitement. If he was really going to hurt me, he'd of done it already, yet I still felt scared. He stopped, his cool breath blowing out on my boiling skin, and whispered, "Take this Sookie. Enjoy your punishment," and with that he moved in to bite my neck.

Surprisingly, I was disappointed to find no fangs in his bite, and for that matter, no wound in his bite. He had merely nipped my skin, causing me only waves of shivers rather than pain. He let me go and pulled back with a smirk on his lovely pale face.

I choked out a gasp, then a nervous laugh. For a moment, I was actually scared of him, then turned on, then angry. So many emotions filled me up that I had failed to notice my loss of balance, and swayed until I nearly hit the floor. The last thing I saw was Pam swooping out before I could make contact with the cold cement floor, and then everything went black.

Again, I know you will hate me more so than you already do, but I have to stop here so that next chapter can be what you've all been waiting for...hint: it involves a telepath, a viking, and a spoiled brat...and super sexiness!

And because I suck more than Alan Ball's scripts, I WILL HAVE A PREVIEW SENT TO YOU IF YOU REVIEW. If I don't, YOU CAN KILL ME! (I'll even send you my address if it comes to that)

My apologies, again

~Alicia Strange