A/N: Alright, this is the first chapter that I've done by myself. I'm sorry if it's crap, but I'm trying. I was never really good at writing Sookie, so if she's a little OOC, I'm sincerely sorry. Enjoy, and Please Review. Criticism is welcome.

PPOV

I slammed my fist against the desk in frustration. It's been over four hours since that infuriating man has randomly disappeared, leaving me to deal with blondie. I glanced over at the television screens that showed the busy bar, a limited hope that he would randomly appear, but no such luck.

I picked up the phone once again, a sigh resting on my lips as I dialed his number once more. It rang.

EPOV

I finished putting my last bloody tool back in the bag, not looking back at the mess that I knew rested on the bed behind me. After glancing at my phone once again, I answered.

"Yes, Pam?" I rolled my eyes as I was met with an abnormally long silence.

"Where are you?" She asked smoothly, leaving me wondering what her point in calling severals time was for.

"I was finishing up some things. What is it you need?" I snapped, looking over that the bloody spot on the bed. Yeah, they wouldn't be able to identify him.

"Sookie called. She was looking for you. Please call her back, so she'll stop bugging me?" I sighed, as I agreed, and hung up. Looking back at the bloody mess on my shirt, I sighed, it was ruined. Oh well, it was worth it, I thought to myself as I looked to my handiwork. Part of me honestly felt sorry for whoever it was that would discover the pervert's remains. Then again, the animals would probably find him first. With that thought in mind I dropped my bag and walked over to the small window, sliding it open so that the smell of my fresh kill would reach the wildlife. As I was walking back, something squished under my shoe to find that I had stepped on his kidney, which I had ripped out while he was still alive. Wiping the mess off of my shoe I picked up my bag, and left the house.

As I slid into the driver's seat of my SUV I dialed the number of my lawyer. I wanted to know why this fuck was still alive, and how it was I was able to enter his house without permission. There was only one way. The house was owned by a vampire.

SPOV

I stood at the door, eyes lingering on the empty driveway. I knew he wasn't going to make it back here, wherever that damning man was. Over five hours, and I knew he was safe. Pam,at least, had the decency to text me and let me know he was alright. Evidently, he was a very busy man who had no time to actually call, and let me know he was okay.

I pushed down the anger that I knew was bubbling up again. I could only assume that he had a reason for his actions. They were obviously very important, and as always, I would not be allowed to know what's going on until the last minute.

I tutted, and walking away from the window as the sun began to rise. I flopped down next to the table, wrapping my arms around my chest. As angry as I was, I couldn't get past the fear that something had happened to him, or the fear that he was never coming back. I tutted, flopping my head to the back of the couch to stare at the ceiling. Could this night get any longer?

It was to my utter surprise to hear my cell phone ring, and even more amazement to see it was Eric.

"Hello?" I snapped, unable to hold back the anger anymore.

"Sookie, baby, sorry I left. I had some urgent stuff to attend to," Eric said smoothly, the sound of cars passing alerting to me that he was driving.

"Where are you?" I snarled into the phone, possibly getting too angry about this, but I was tired of the games.

"I'm headed over to Fangtasia. Pam needs me. I'll be home when I get done, okay?" I glanced at the phone, before hanging up. I was done.

EPOV

I glanced at my phone before sighing. Alright, maybe I needed to start sucking up sooner than I thought.