A/N- So umm… I was bored at work today and this idea just…poof… came into my head. It's totally new and I just needed to get it down in writing before my muse went away. This could be some crazy idea that really sucks but I have to see what readers think. Oh and it's Eric/Sookie, obvi. So here it is. Read if you like, enjoy!

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My name is Sookie Stackhouse, I am almost twenty four years old, and I have been Felipe de Castro's prisoner for four years. You might wonder why a very powerful vampire king has taken interest in me, Sookie Stackhouse, southern barmaid for the backwater of Louisiana. Well I wondered that at first too. You see, my grandmother was one hundred percent fairy. And fairy blood to vampires is like heroin to a recovering drug addict. I'm only one fourth fae, but fairies are extremely difficult to find nowadays. They have perfected their ability to hide their scent from vampires-and hide in general. So Felipe was very pleased when he found me. Well, pleased isn't the right word for it…fucking ecstatic covers it pretty nicely. According to him my fairy blood mixes deliciously with my human blood, making me smell and taste incredible. Picture yourself as a chocoholic with a piece of fudge from Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory. Felipe is the chocoholic, and I'm the scrumptious piece of fudge. Yum!

Maybe I should tell you who Felipe de Castro is first. Well he is the vampire king of Nevada and Arkansas. He is a few centuries old and has a lot of power and loyal subjects. One of those subjects being his underling, Victor Madden. Victor is perhaps more frightening than Felipe. His face never displays any emotion. He could be extremely happy and you'd never know. Victor has wanted me the minute Felipe introduced us. However, Felipe is not one to share. He has proclaimed me as "his" and forbidden any other vampire to contact me in any way. Well, any vampire that knows about me anyway. He keeps me a secret. I know Victor is extremely jealous of his king, but he would never defy him. Thank God. Victor is one scary ass mother fucker.

Did I mention that I'm a telepath? I can read all human minds, however, shifters and other supes come out kinda fuzzy, but I can generally get the gist of what they're thinking. Now, vampire minds are a completely different story. They are completely blank and even if I wanted to I couldn't get into the head of a vampire. Not like I'd want to. Vamps are pretty fucked up-and if they found out that somebody could read their most private thoughts…well… let's just say vamps are very protective about their privacy, so that somebody who could read their minds would be dead before you could say pissed off vampire.

Now I'll let you in on a secret-I have been able to read vamp's minds before. It's happened only a handful of times. I very rarely sometimes get a peek inside their head. Don't ask me why or how… I don't know. It's just a glitch with my telepathy I suppose. And let me tell you, getting inside a vamp's mind is not pleasant. They're always thinking of something gross in the back of their mind. I'm real happy not being able to read them thankyouverymuch.

To summon things up, I'm a one fourth telepathic fairy all wrapped up in a nice package of blond hair, blue eyes and big boobs. Luck of the draw I suppose.

How did I come to be Felipe de Castro's prisoner? Well I'll tell you. I had begun working at Merlotte's Bar and Grill when I was nineteen…fresh out of high school. I had worked there for a year and had developed a little crush on the owner, Sam. But he was ten or so years older than me, so I doubt he paid any interest in an innocent post grad high school student. But he was always very nice and understanding…and not to mention handsome. Oh and don't forget that his mind was difficult to read. At the time, I thought nothing of it, but now I know he's some kind of shifter. Anyway, I'm not really sure how Felipe de Castro found out about me. But one night I had gotten home late after work. I opened up the front door of my house and yelled for my Grandmother because she always stayed up until I returned home. My parents died in a flash flood when I was a kid, by the way.

There was no answer and the house was quiet…too quiet.

I walked into the kitchen and was horrified at what I saw. My Gran's body was lying on the floor, covered in blood, with two large gashes on her neck.

Before I could scream a hand covered my mouth. I kicked and fought but my attempts were futile. I was going up against a vampire and the chance of me winning was one and a trillion. I'll always remember what he said to me:

"I very much enjoyed draining your grandmother dry. I wonder what you taste like."

And then he bit into my neck. I had never experienced so much pain in my life. I tried to scream but his hand was still covering my mouth. I remember passing out. But before I passed out he stopped his feeding and whispered in my ear.

"You look and taste delectable. Perhaps I shall keep you."

I will always remember that night for the rest of my life.

And now, here I am. Going on my fourth year in captivity. I have been bitten, raped, punished, hit, spanked, slapped, and whipped more times than I can count. I can't believe I'm still alive. I don't want to be alive. I sometimes secretly wish that one night Felipe will just decide to drain me like he did my Gran. But he never does. He knows I want to die, too. And that's probably why I'm not dead. He enjoys my pain and suffering.

I've tried to kill myself before. And some people may say that people who commit or attempt suicide are weak. But I, Sookie Stackhouse, am not weak. A weak person would beg Felipe for death. A weak person would completely give up hope. I, for one, will never ask another for death. My life is in my own hands. I control whether I live or die. And you might think that I have given hope if I want to die. But I find hope in death. It will bring me to a better place. Any place is better than the one I am in now. Hell does not even begin describe where I am.

Where I am is Las Vegas, Nevada, in a mansion owned by Felipe. In said mansion I have my own room that is windowless except for an extremely tiny window at the top corner of the wall that barely lets any sunlight through. If I stack up the chair at my vanity and my pillows and stand on my tip toes I can see the blue sky with the sun shining. I can see freedom. I think Felipe purposely put me in the room with a minuscule window just to add to my torture.

I have not been outside in two years. I used to be outside all the time, sunbathing was my favorite pastime when I was free. But not anymore. My skin went from a golden, sun kissed color to a pale, pasty one. I'm not as white as a vamp and I might be darker than a few redheads, but I'm still pretty white.

During my first two or so years of my captivity I was allowed outside for an hour or two during the day-with a guard of course. I couldn't leave the mansion grounds but hey- it's better than being cooped up in my shitty room.

I lost my 'outside' privileges when I tried to escape. I was close, too. The plan was carefully laid out in my head. But it obviously did not succeed. I wept bitter tears that night once Felipe was through with punishing me. So close. So close to freedom. It was within an arms reach…but out of my grasp.

I still have scars from that night. They are faded, but still visible. I'd rather not go into details about them.

The one thing that keeps me somewhat satisfied here is knowing what Felipe doesn't know-that I'm telepathic. When I finally get out of this hell-hole and am safe, I swear to myself that I will let him know that he had a telepath under his control and had no idea. I spend many afternoons daydreaming about this. I have multiple visions about how he finds out.

One is where he is meeting a slow and painful death. And right before he dies he find out the truth about me. The other is where I'm protected from him and he finds out about my ability but there is no way in hell he could even try to touch me.

I like the first one better.

Why has Felipe not discovered my ability? That's easy. Because his mansion is run by vampires. And you know I can't read vamp minds. And why would he ever assume that I was a telepath? They are as rare-if not rarer- than fairies.

So for now that secret is safe with me. Just the way I like it.

Well now you know a hell of a lot about me and the people I associate with.
However, I am missing one, very important detail.

Felipe is planning on conquering my home state of Louisiana. And he's planning on bringing me along. What does this mean? A chance to escape.

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I don't even flinch when the door to my room bursts open. I'm sitting at my vanity brushing out my hair. I look in the mirror and see the reflection of Felipe's burning eyes staring at me.

"Are you packed?"

"What does it look like to you?" I say, waving my hand toward my bed where my suitcase is.

I know, stupid idea to be sarcastic to an already upset vampire. But hey-stubborn and sarcastic are the two key features of my winning personality.

Before I could blink he has yanked me by the hair (his new favorite way of moving me) and onto the floor.

"You will not be such a smart ass with me tonight. I am losing my patience, Sookie."

His Spanish accent makes my name sound weird when he says it. Oh yeah, he's Spanish. Couldn't you tell by his cliché Hispanic name?

I don't answer him, just stand up and stare at him. Of course he's losing patience. He's planning a takeover of Louisiana tonight.

I wasn't surprised when he shoved me onto the bed and bit into my neck. He took a few sips and pulled back.

"I hate you." I whisper, against my better judgment.

He slaps me, hard, across the face.

"I hate you too, puta."

I took Spanish throughout junior high and high school. And I've heard this word enough from the king to know it means 'bitch' or 'whore.' Take your pick.

Felipe just loves to hate me. Or he just loves my blood. Or my tits. Probably all of the above.

Shirts up, pants down. Bra unsnapped, panties off. I close my eyes as he fucks me. I try not to cry out in pain. You'd think I'd be used to this already, but I'm not. I refuse to let tears spill down my cheeks. This is his favorite form of torture.

As he fucks me I hear him say, "God I'll miss your pussy."

Wait…what the hell? He'll miss it? Why would he miss it? What? What is going on here? Did I really just hear him say that? Or am I delusional...? I must be delusional.

He makes it quick because we have a plane to catch.

He leaves me in the room to fix myself and sends a guard in to escort me to the plane.

I'm not gonna lie, I can't wait to get back to my home state.

I close my eyes as the plane takes off. I hate planes. I watched Lost before I was kidnapped and the show made me terrified of flying and deserted islands ever since.

My hands are bound in metal handcuffs in front of me. Psh, like I could escape. Ha. Felipe is sitting across from me with Victor Madden. His eyes are closed and he's obviously in downtime. Victor's stare is burning through me. I turn my head to look out the window.

I was finally outside tonight. To catch the plane. Obviously. The fresh air had felt incredible as it whipped against my skin. I only had a few moments to cherish it though. Because I had been handcuffed and shoved into the plane.

It was nice while it lasted.

The plane ride lasted about two hours. And soon we were landing.

I wondered where I would stay and why Felipe was bringing me here in the first place. Perhaps to torment me with the knowledge of being home but still in captivity? The theory was definitely plausible.

I sigh as I step out of the plane. My wrists are still manacled and Felipe is gripping my upper arm.

It's eleven o'clock at night and I have no idea how Felipe is going to do an entire takeover of Louisiana in seven hours. But knowing how persistent and headstrong Felipe is, he'll manage it.

He orders some vamp to take me to the place where I'll be staying. Thank God. I'm tired to the bone and didn't get any sleep on the plane ride over here. How could I with the king and his creepy second in command sitting across from me?

In a split second I'm blindfolded and forced into a car. Great. Now I have no idea where I am. We drive for probably thirty minutes before stopping.

I'm yanked out of the car and pushed forward. I walk blindly with a large vamp behind me. I hear a door open and am shoved inside. The door closes and my blindfold is yanked off.

"Home sweet home." The vamp says, leering at me.

I roll my eyes. Vampires are trying to be so hip with modern day expressions.

I take in my new surroundings. The house in one story and nothing special. There's a kitchen, a bathroom, and a door that I assume leads to the bedroom, and a living area attached to the kitchen.

I'm definitely not going to be spending much time here.

"There will be guards outside so don't even think about trying to escape," the vampire said gruffly. "I'll be back in a few hours so don't get too comfortable."

He left and I got a peek of what lay beyond the front door.

Trees. Lots of 'em. I must be in a forest. This isn't surprising, considering it is Louisiana.

The windows are all boarded up so the house is without a doubt abandon. I grab my suitcase and walk to the bedroom. It's about a quarter of the size of the one I have back in Las Vegas. But I don't really give a crap. As long as it has a bed, I'm down.

A few minutes later and I was sucked into a blissful sleep.

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I'm awaken by a pair of arms roughly shaking my shoulders.

"Get up, bitch!"

I open my eyes and see the same vampire who brought me into the house.

"We're leaving in five minutes. Put this on and bring your suitcase."

He threw a small duffle bag next to me on the bed and left.

I sat up and blinked a couple times. Oh right, I was back in Louisiana because Felipe was planning to take it over. I sighed and looked at the bag next to me. I pick it up and open it and take out the contents.

I groan when I pull out what's inside.

It's a tight, low cut red dress that stops mid thigh.

Fabulous. Just fucking fabulous.

I couldn't even wear a bra with the thing if I tried. And underwear? Well I'd have to go for a thong but I hadn't packed any. So I'd be completely naked under the dress. Could my day get any better? Obviously it could because when I slipped into the dress I could barely breathe the thing was so tight. My boobs were suffocating. Making a girl with a D cup where a skin tight dress is NOT a good idea. Fuck.

I rummage through the bag only to find a pair of three inch high red 'screw me!' heels.

I love life sometimes.

I strap them on and take a practice walk in them. I've worn heels before. Taller ones, actually. But they always take some getting used to.

The door opened and the guard-vamp came through the door.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I mutter.

He growls at me, showing fang. He then lets his gaze wander down my body appreciatively.

I mentally groan.

He snaps out of his stare and grabs my arm, hauling me outside and back into the car.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

He didn't put the blindfold back on, thank God.

"You'll see, now shut up or the blindfold goes back on."

I roll my eyes but decide to shut up.

When we get on to the highway I see a sign that says "Shreveport, Five Miles."

Shreveport? I'm so close to Bon Temps! Only about an hour away! I used to come here all the time when I needed to do some serious shopping.

Tears came to my eyes but blinked them back. Now was not the time for tears. There was never a time for tears nowadays.

We turned off on the exit that said "Shreveport" and I did a little happy dance inside. If I could get away I knew the way back to Bon Temps. I could go back home!

Whether the driver sensed my excitement he didn't show that he did. I didn't really care, though. I was so close to home.

We went down a few streets and stopped in front of a pretty large building. With vampire speed he had pulled me out of the car and I was face to face with a sign that had jazzy red script that read Fangtasia on it. Hardy har har. How funny. This was definitely a vampire bar. Who else would name the place Fangtasia? Vamps had such a weird sense of humor.

I was led (pushed) to the back of the building and through a "Staff Only" door. Well didn't I feel special, going in through the employee entrance and all.

My heels made a click sound as I walked down a hallway with the vamp on my arm.

We were about to turn a corner and go through- what I assumed- was the main bar but my totally hip guard had stopped me.

"You are to be respectful and obedient. Do you understand? I have direct orders from Felipe to tell you this."

He seemed proud to have direct orders. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"What happens to you if I don't understand?"

He growled and pushed me out into the opening. I stumbled in my screw-me heels but quickly regained my balance.

When I looked up I was met with the face of four vampires.

Felipe and Victor were obviously recognizable and there were another two who I had never seen before.

One was female with long blond hair and light eyes, almost the same shade as mine. She was wearing jeans and a pink sweater. If I hadn't known any better, I would think she was a soccer mom.

But the other vampire, he was definitely a sight. He was without a doubt the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had long blond hair and crystal clear blue eyes. He was well over six feet and was all muscle. He was wearing regular blue jeans with a tight black shirt that had the bar's logo across the front. He was magnificent. Holy Christ was he gorgeous. He probably took the breath away from every woman who laid eyes on him.

I quickly snapped my gaze away from him and made my face a mask. It was rude to stare.

"Sookie. Please come over here." Felipe's voice was cheerful. The takeover definitely turned out well.

I cautiously approached him and stood by his side.

"This," he said, taking my hand. "Is Miss Sookie Stackhouse. Sookie, this is Eric Northman and his child Pamela."

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss. Stackhouse." Eric said smoothly in a slightly accented voice. Any woman would melt at his words, especially at the way he said pleasure. But I'm not just any woman.

I tried to smile but couldn't force myself to show any teeth. What the hell was going on?

Felipe gripped my arm tightly. I obviously wasn't greeting Eric the right way. How was I supposed to, anyway?

Before Felipe could say anything Eric came to the rescue.

"Well aren't you sweet?"

"Not really." I said, snippily.

Bad idea.

Felipe backhanded me, hard. I stumbled a bit but regained my composure. I would have been able to quicker if I wasn't wearing high heels.

None of the vampire's expressions changed at the act of violence. Not really surprising. They could watch somebody tear off a head and not even bat an eyelash.

"You will be respectful to Mr. Northman. If you are obedient he might just keep you." Felipe spat out. Pulling back my hair so his mouth was at my ear.

Wait, did he just say that this Eric guy might keep me? What?

He must have sensed my confusion and chuckled.

"I now have ownership over Louisiana and Mr. Northman here is the Sheriff. For submitting to me so easily I have decided to reward him. If you can call yourself a reward."

Holy hell. I was being given to this gigantic Viking like vampire who was a Sheriff as some sort of prize. I am beyond speechless right now. Felipe has never shared me with anyone. And now he's just…giving me away? I wasn't sure whether to jump for joy or hide in fear.

I decided against both options.

Eric was looking at me with interest, his arms crossed against his broad chest.

"Why wouldn't she be a reward? She smells delicious" He asked casually.

Felipe chuckled, releasing his grip on my hair.

"She may be beautiful and have an exceptional smell," He said, lightly trailing a finger down my neck. "But is extremely stubborn and disobedient."

Eric's gaze never left me. I stared right back.

He seemed amused by my stare. "I like them feisty."

What a bastard. I already hated him. Not as much as Felipe though, of course.

"Yes but she is quite the, how do you say it? Pain in the ass." Felipe smiled. He turned his attention to me. "But here with Mr. Northman, dear Sookie, you're disrespectfulness will not be tolerated."

Eric inclined his head slightly, as if he were agreeing with Felipe.

"You can do whatever you like with the girl. Drain her dry, fuck her, make her work in the bar, I really don't care." Felipe stated as if he were talking about the weather. "Just know that she will do anything to escape. So if you plan to keep her I suggest to lock her up."

Oh please oh please oh please don't lock me up. I mentally begged. I'd never get back home if I was.

"Thank you for your input, my king." Eric said graciously.

Felipe smiled, showing all fang.

"Before parting with you, dear Sookie, I would like to have at least, one last taste."

I heard his fangs pop out. I closed my eyes and he pulled me back against him. I could feel his erection against my lower back. Ew.

He moved my hair out of the way and sank his fangs into my flesh. The pain was excruciating, obviously, but I had learned to deal with it over the years. First I close my eyes and count to ten. If he's not done by then I count backwards from ten. My little technique is sort of helpful.

He takes a lot of blood before he pulls his fangs out of my neck. He licks the wounds, getting every last drop of my blood.

I open my eyes and sway a little from the blood loss. All the vamps around me have their fangs down. My blood must be intoxicating them.

"Delicious," Felipe breathed in my ear. "I will miss you, dear Sookie."

And then he was gone.

I was left in the room with two vamps whose eyes were filled with bloodlust.

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Ho-ly shit. Wowza. I feel like the women on "I didn't know I was Pregnant"… this story just…came out. Weird. Anyway this is just a little brain seed thingy so if you'd like to read more then review! I totally don't know if this is any good. I think it might be kinda weird…oh well. Tell me what you think!