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ERIC

Eric groaned, his fangs extended and his head thrown back in ecstasy. He gripped the back of Sookie's neck with his massive hand, pushing her closer to his wrist, wishing she was sucking on something else. He was quickly getting carried away, his own arousal tainting his thoughts.

Sookie had latched onto his wrist greedily, taking long, slow drags, and moaning against his skin, sending vibrations up Eric's arm. She swirled her tongue over his cool, pale skin, moving so her chest was pressed against Eric's chest. She took another pull of his blood, and groaned again, grounding her hips into Eric's very hard crotch, making Eric growl.

Eric imagined himself throwing Sookie against the wall, and ripping her shorts away. He imaged her unbuttoning his pants, sliding them and his boxers down over his erection, grasping him firmly, and moving him towards her, just as eager as he was.

There was a very, very small part of Eric's conscious that remembered how he wanted to wait for the real Sookie to bend to his will. But that part was drifting further and further back in his mind as he felt her ground against him. He could smell her arousal in the air, very evident, and very thick. He moved himself against her, his arousal growing to the point where it was painful inside of his pants.

Sookie let go of his wrist to catch her breath, taking in a quick gasp of air. She looked up at Eric, and licked her lips slowly, licking up the rest of his dark, thick, red blood. A little, tiny drop rolled down from the corner of her mouth, down over her still pale skin, and over her chin. Eric growled loudly upon seeing his blood on her face, in her mouth, coursing through her veins. He roughly, maybe a little too harshly, turned them around so Sookie's back slammed into the wall. She gasped, and then smiled seductively, making a small growl of her own.

She grabbed Eric's shoulders and pushed him closer to her, grounding her hips against his. She jumped onto him, wrapping her long, small legs around his well sculpted waist, and latching on like she was never going to let go. She pulled his face to hers with her pale fingers, smashing her lips into his.

That was what brought Eric back into reality, that kiss. When had Sookie ever kissed him like that? It had always been the other way around, him roughly grabbing her face, turning her so he could mold his lips into hers, not the other way around. He pulled back, the act so difficult it was almost painful, and backed up to the other side of the room, panting unnecessarily. Sookie dropped from the wall, no longer supported by Eric, and bumped into the ground with a thud.

"OW!" she shouted, slowly getting up while Eric closed his eyes, trying to hold onto the reasonable side of his mind, which was difficult, because as a vampire, there was no reason, only instinct. "Oh, come ON!" Sookie exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air, noticing the distance Eric had put between them.

"Sookie, stop." Eric growled, his eyes remaining closed.

"Eric, how am I going to find out you had sex with me if I can't remember what I even did?" Sookie asked, panting, her frustration clear in her stance but also between the stronger bond they now shared. She had been referring to her old self finding out about her hidden selves actions, but it still took Eric a moment to catch up, something which was rare for him. He was usually always ahead of everyone in the thinking process.

"Sookie, you are smarter and more obervative then you are giving yourself credit for. You have no idea how pissed off you'll be when you find out I even gave you my blood." Eric growled. Was he getting a headache? Wasn't it impossible for vampires to even get headaches? It probably had to do with the fact that their conversation was completely screwed up and confusing.

"Damn you, Eric!" Sookie shouted, fuming. "You can't keep working me up like this and leaving me on the edge!"

"Me? How is this my fault?" he roared, finally opening his eyes to glare at her ferociously. "I told you to stop this, Sookie! But there is a common tendency I see between you and your old self." Eric growled.

"Yah? What's that?" Sookie said, moving towards the door to his office.

"You're both thick headed and determined as HELL!" he shouted after her as she disappeared down his hallway and out the back door. "Aw, shit." He muttered, walking at a human pace to chase after her.

The door clicked shut ahead of him, and he stopped. Was he ready to face her again, and not lose his control? He knew the bar was emptying out, since Pam had ordered them to, and he silently thanked her. He could not deal with the tiresome humans at this moment, when Sookie was taking up so much of his patience already.

Why was he even bothering with her anyways? His initial plan to just get her in bed with him was winding into this difficult, seemingly impossible journey of seduction and manipulation. Was it worth bedding the one woman that had denied him? Yes, it was, because it was Sookie. And once he got her, the real her, he was sure no other woman would surmount to her feel and warmth. And this new turn of events, with the multi-personality issue Sookie had, was actually rather intriguing, and added a bit of mystery to his life. And boy oh boy, did a thousand year old vampire love something new.

So he pushed the heavy door open and into the deserted parking lot. "Sookie." He called out in a low, even voice, making sure his voice held no intention of another fight. "Sookie." He called again, looking around him, listening for her. She could not have gotten far, and he should have been able to hear her footsteps, or even heartbeat, but it was silent.

He stopped, listened, and then started running, following her scent. She had walked in a straight line across the parking lot, and then stopped before moving through a line of bushes into the next lot over. At that spot, Eric could smell her blood, and his keen eyes saw the tiny, tiny puddle of it on the ground. He growled, his fangs coming forward with a little pop. He closed his eyes briefly, opening the new bond he now shared with Sookie, and felt for her. And the funny thing was, he could not feel her.

He felt like there was an empty place where he should have felt her energy, her power, her life. And immediately he thought the worst which caused him to roar aloud and open his eyes.

"She is not dead, vampire." A firm, female voice said from behind him, and he whirled around, seeing the tall figure, and leaping. But he only caught onto empty air. He looked I front of him, confused, knowing he should have ripped the tall figures head off by now. "But if you continue with this, she will be." The same voice threatened, and he turned around to see her standing where he had just been.

"How did you do that?" Eric growled, taking a step towards her.

"Do not take another step, vampire." She said, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She was incredibly tall, maybe only an inch or so shorter than Eric. Her hair was long, but it was braided tightly and glossy behind her, shinning black and gold in the moonlight. She wore all black. Black tight pants, black shoes, and a black, long-sleeved shirt. He could see no skin, besides her face, because even her thin long fingers were covered in black leather gloves.

"Where is Sookie?" Eric growled, suddenly feeling so much like Bill that he almost stopped and widened his eyes. Is this was that buffoon of a vampire had felt when he reacted this way to Sookie?

"Somehow she got away from us that first night." The woman seethed, her anger and annoyance clear in her voice. "I apologize it took us so long to retrieve her. The spell did not exactly go as planned." She apologized, but Eric saw no regret in her eyes. He caught on quickly, surprisingly so, knowing instantly that this woman was responsible for the condition Sookie was now in.

"What do you want with her." Eric said quietly, looking at the witch in front of him carefully.

"That is none of you concern." The witch snapped, taking a step back, as if she were about to leave but in a blur, faster than Eric thought he was capable of moving, he had grabbed her arm, keeping her still.

"Tell me. Now." Eric growled, leaning his face, and more importantly his fangs, in closer to her until he could hear her heartbeat quicken. He could see the witches dark brown eyes widen, and then narrow in frustration as she tried to cover her own fear.

"The spell was to extract her power from her, the fairies abilities to be exact, but obviously it… didn't work." The witch admitted, and Eric growled louder.

"What are you doing to her now?" he said so viciously that the witch flinched, as if she had just been slapped across the face.

"We need to reverse the spell that we just did, and then do it correctly." The witch said in a quiet voice, losing her confidence now that she could no longer disappear without taking Eric with her.

"Will it harm her?" Eric said quietly so the witch had to struggle to hear.

"Why does this even matter to you. It could not have been worth your time to watch over her." The witch hissed, struggling against his iron tight grasp.

"Another question is not what I wanted. Now, will it harm her?" Eric asked again. The witch wanted to make another remark at him, make him angry, or even hurt him like he was hurting her arm, but by the look in his eyes, she knew that it was the wrong decision.

"Yes, it will bring her near death." The witch answered honestly, and when Eric roared into the air, she took that opportunity to slip the silver from her pocket, and press it forcefully into the side of his face. He growled, momentarily letting go of her arm from surprise and agony as the silver burnt a hole in his well defined cheek, but that was enough for her because she disappeared with a quiet, almost inaudible 'pop'. And she left Eric alone in the empty parking lot, beyond angry, and more than lost as to what he was supposed to do next.

SOOKIE

Sookie had walked out of the bar, needing fresh air, and the cool bite to the wind woke her up slightly, pushing away her very aching arousal. She took a deep breath, moving quickly across the pavement in her bare feet, intending to just walk through the town. S he knew Eric would find her at some point, but she also just wanted an undisturbed moment to herself. Unknowingly she was acting exactly like her old self.

She had almost reached the other end of the parking lot when suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of her neck. She first felt the steady drip of blood, then realization that the hit had come from some blunt object. Her legs gave out in the next second, and she fell to the ground, cracking her head on the hard pavement. She looked up through heavy eyes; saw about five people, one of them holding a knife in the air. She assumed that she had been hit with the hilt of that silver knife, and as she looked on, four men reached down and picked her up. The sudden spinning of the world caused her to cry out in pain, and then loll her head to the side in unconsciousness.

The moment she left reality behind, she entered that place of transition again. Although this time, as it was not sleep, but unconsciousness, she did not dream of Eric. Instead, she was back in that nightmare, that dark place, filled with shadows and misery.

She felt so weighed down, more so than she had before when she entered this transitional state. Like there was a large, insanely heavy weight pressing on her chest, constricting around her lungs, causing her breaths to come in short gasps. She felt like she was dying, like there was no hope for her and that death was actually the best option at this moment.

The only thing that was different this time when she was in this place, was that she could think, remember the last moments of her old self before she had been knocked unconscious. She could feel fear at the gruff looking faces of those men that had picked her up. She could feel confusion as to their violence, with the knife, and the kidnapping. And she could remember all of this, even as she drifted back to her old self, and back to reality. This time had been the fastest of all of the others, lasting only about fifty minutes.

When she woke up, back to the old Sookie, she woke slowly, like she had all of the other times when she was waking from this transitional state. But now she was used to it, and she did not wiggle her toes, then her finger, and then move, but rather she just opened her eyes when she got the strength to do so. She registered a few things at once. One was that she was tied to a chair, rather tightly. Another was that the room was pitch black, and smelled old and rotting. She could not even see her own lap when she looked down. And lastly, she registered the fact that she now believed Eric when he said she had another side to her, and that side was shown when she had those black out moments. She remembered those last moments before the wilder side of her had been knocked out, and it surprised her that she could even remember something from that time, since she hadn't any other time. And now that she thought of it, there was a dull throb in the back of her head, where the butt of the knife had been slammed against her.

At this point, she had begun to panic, her heart racing, and her muscles tensing, causing the rope to strain against her skin. She flinched, and cried out a few times as the rough rope cut her skin, leaving an open, bleeding burn. Her hair fell in front of her face, and she flipped her head back repeatedly to clear her eyes in case someone were to come in. Her feet were still bare, and they were pressed against hard, cold, wet stone, causing Goosebumps to rise on her arms.

She struggled nonstop, not even giving up when she knew there was no hope. She was just assuming that the ropes would loosen slightly, or that somehow they would break. S he kept thinking about what if she stopped when the next tug or pull of the rope could be more than it could handle, and it snapped?

So she cut open her skin in painful lashes until she heard heavy, lazy footsteps coming from somewhere outside what appeared to be a closed door. She turned her head facing forward where the sound was coming from, and watched as the door opened, and a light was flickered on. She cried out from the initial sting of the light, and then opened them slowly to see a small man kneeling in front of her, checking her pupils, and shaking his head.

"They are always so rough." He sighed, taking a step back.

"Who are you?" Sookie hissed, struggling once again at her bonds.

"Aw, honey, don't struggle. Your getting such nasty burns." The man scolded, but Sookie didn't even attempt to listen.

"I asked you who you were." Sookie said angrily, almost shouting at him.

"Oh, how rude of me." He said, clearly surprised by his behavior. He pressed a hand against his heart and smiled. "I'm Ronald."

"Why did you do this to me?" Sookie said, looking down at herself.

"Oh, I didn't do this to you. The witches did. I'm just their doctor of sorts. I've told them to be more careful when they bring in their test subjects, but they always end up giving everyone concussions. And obviously you are no exception." The man laughed, like this was the most normal few sentences anyone could say.

"Witches? What witches?" Sookie exclaimed.

"Oh, I think I should let them explain all of this to you. I was just supposed to come down here and see if you were awake yet. For some reason they need you conscious to do the extraction." Ronald shrugged, then sighed, turning around.

"Wait!" Sookie shouted, and Ronald stopped at the door, his hand on the handle. "Are they going to kill me?" Sookie's voice quivered in fear, not exactly wanting to hear the answer to this particular question.

"Not right away." He laughed, not in an evil way, but like it was a joke. "No, they need you alive for the first part. Afterwards, who knows?" he shrugged again, and closed the door. Sookie was grateful that at least he left the light on so she could see her own struggles to desperately free herself from this fatal ordeal.