SPOV
I sat in Eric's office filing order receipts. His office use to be freezing, but he now heated it for me.

"What's the damage?" Pam asked as she walked in without knocking. She wore her vampire "costume", as she called it. It was black pumps, a very mini black skirt, and a pink and black corset. Her blonde hair was half up in pink ribbons.

"Not to bad, we're just in the black." The bar Eric and Pam owned, Fangtasia, had fallen on hard times a few months back.

"Thank God!" Pam leaned on the wall relieved. "Sookie, bring you into help was Eric's best decision ever. Well, besides turning me, that is." I smiled at that. Pam wasn't one for compliments.

"Well, I make better tips here than I ever did at Merlotte's." I got up from the desk to check that my own 'vamp' attire was ruffled. 'Nope, perfection,' I thought to myself. My hair matched Pam's, only Mine was curled. My corset top was white and 'splattered' with blood. I wore a matching skirt, just as tiny as Pam's. My strapping heels went up my calves.

"Sookie, you look good enough to drain," Pam extended her fangs and we both giggled. We walked out into the bar that would be filled within moments of opening. The dancers were setting up their music and our new bartender was setting up her drinks.

I got Eric to hire Bill's prodigy, Jessica, when Bill threw her out.

"Okay, Pam," I said, "Time to open."

The bar was busy. Jessica was a natural up at the bar. Eric sat on his throne looking as powerful as ever. I had made nearly 3000 dollars in tips already. Everything was great, until the king walked in. His dark brown hair was still shaggy and hug past his eyes. On his arm was my ex-bestfriend, Tara. She wore a short black dress with her hair down and wavy. The hostess sat them in my section, giving me an apologetic eyes.

I walked to them, smiling like they were anyone else. I spoke to them as such too.

"Hi, my name is Sookie, what can I get ya'll?"

"TrueBlood, O-." Bill's voice said, empty of all emotion.

"Hi, Sookie," Tara said like she was better than me. We hadn't spoken in months. "Don't you look like a 1000 dollar hooker." I glared down at her.

"Why thank you, Tara." My voice was sharp with hate.

"I'll have a martini."

"Coming right up," I moved quickly to get their drinks.

"Is that Bill?" Jessica asked, not looking up from mixing the martini.

"Yup, that's his majesty himself." I took the drinks back to them. Bill sipped his TrueBlood. Before I could leave, he grabbed my wrist.

"Tell Mr. Northman, his king request an audience with you and him."

"Yes, your majesty." I didn't even have to tell Eric, he already knew why the king was here. We walked back to his office and were joined by Bill Compton, the new king of Louisiana.

"May we offer you a bottle of O-?" Eric asked, diplomatically. He had to behave, even though the hate ran deep threw all three of us.

"That will not be necessary." Bill took Eric's desk chair to seem like her kept all the power. "So, I'm here to collect my money." Bill had saved Fangtasia from the bankruptcy and now we had to pay him monthly. I walked over to the file cabinet and handed Bill the check for 20,000 dollars. "Thank you. Always a pleasure doing business with you." Bill walked to the door slowly. "Oh, and Ms. Stakehouse, I require your services at my home in Bon Temp tomorrow night."

"No! Sookie owes you nothing!" Eric stood in front of me protectively.

"Mr. Northman, you'll be wise to mind who you speak to. Sookie will come to my house just before sundown, End of discussion." I put my hand on Eric's arm in a superficial attempt to make him stay next to me. Bill left anfd Pam chose to close the bar early. It was gonna be a long night

"You will not go," Eric sat in his chair. We had been arguing like this for a half an hour.

"Eric, don't be stupid," Pam said. She had changed into a pink track suit and was currently perched on the coroner of his desk. "Bill always gets his way, one way or another."

"Not with me," I said from where I leaned against the wall.

"Oh, please, you use to be his pet!"

"Pamela!" Eric said in his father voice, "Go to ground, NOW."

"Fine," she sped off.

"Eric, I have to go."

"Sookie, you are mine. He does not control you." I moved to his side. He pulled me down to his lap and held me tight. "I refuse to loose you."

"You wont loose me. I am yours," I held out my hand that displayed my engagement ring. "And in just up two months I will be your wife."

"I love you Sookie Stakehouse," Eric's big blue eyes looked up at me, his face inches from mine.

"I love you, Eric Northman." And for the next 20 minutes until sunrise, we were the only two people in the world.