Chapter Twenty-Two – Mine


I rose for the night prepared to deal with situations of all kinds.


De Castro.

Hell, I was even looking forward to filing the paperwork myself on Compton’s and his Maker’s final deaths.

But what I rose to, I wasn’t prepared for at all and I wasn’t sure which had hit me first.

The scent of her tears.

Or the force of her sorrow.

But what struck me most of all was the overwhelming scent of fairy. It seemed to permeate every square inch of my chambers and I forced my eyes open, while reaching for my sword, sure I would find an intruder.

Instead all I found was a small metal dick in a box in my hand and my little part-fairy, asleep at my side.

The smell was coming from her.

Both the tears and the nearly pure scent of the Fae.

My fangs snapped down on their own – just like my body chose all by itself to roll on top of her – as I tossed the pitiful remainder of Compton’s manhood aside. The sound of it bouncing off the wall was enough to wake her and she seemed to startle seeing me above her.

Unsurprising, since she’d never woken this way.

So obviously, neither had I.

But I could get used to it and wondered for a moment why we didn’t meet up like this every night.

But then another thought occurred to me.

She never slept. She’d said she didn’t need to.

I managed to have enough restraint to keep most of my weight off of her. But before I could become concerned she could be ill or grab my phone to call Ludwig, my blood in her body performed its own diagnostic test and told me all I needed to know.

Physically she was fine.

Emotionally she was a mess.

I supposed that would explain the dried tear tracks on her cheeks.

But recalling her previous explanation that she only ever slept out of boredom, only made me more curious over why she felt the way she did. And sensing her own inner turmoil, I didn’t push for an explanation right away and merely stared down at her, waiting for some sort of explanation that didn’t appear to be forthcoming.

But one thing was glaringly apparent.

This was undoubtedly all Sookie.

Susannah was nowhere to be seen.

Gone was my fierce little warrior of the night before and in her place was the insecure young girl who was always there, lurking just underneath the surface.

But when all she did was stare back at me in silence, I allowed her another tally in her ever growing win column and thought to start off simple by asking, “Why are you so quiet?”

Her lips formed into a small sad smile and she shrugged her shoulders, breaking our gaze to stare at nothing on the wall, as she softly replied, “Because my singing is atrocious.”

I chuckled at the newest bit of information she’d felt comfortable enough to share with me, but she was clearly evading my question. So I asked a more direct one.

One that could quite possibly keep us confined to my chambers for the foreseeable future if she had no answer.

“Why do you smell so strongly of fairy?”

Because I wouldn’t allow her to leave the room smelling like that and I already knew from the previous night she wouldn’t allow me to leave the room without her.

Not that I would want to.

Especially not when she smelled like that.

Now that I was fully conscious I could discern the scent was unmistakably hers. Whereas before she smelled human tinged with fairy, now the opposite was true.

Fairy tinged with human.

If I’d thought I wanted to fuck her and bite her and rub myself all over her before…

That same feeling – times a thousand.

Her now widened eyes darted back to mine and the aroma emanating from her quickly began to dissipate, returning to the scent I was familiar with, as she whispered, “Oops.”

“Oops?” I repeated on reflex.

Had she farted?

If so, hers smelled much better than the Weres.

Proving she couldn’t always read vampire minds, she tried again with, “Sorry?”

“Don’t be.”


But still wanting to know the cause because I doubted the validity of my first guess, I added, “Explain.”

She grimaced and looked away again. And enough time passed by that I thought to perform another diagnostic test by squeezing her midsection to validate my initial theory, when she eventually answered with, “I normally cloak my scent, but I can’t do it when I’m asleep. I forgot. It won’t happen again.”

“You cloak yourself?”

That was her true scent?

I really was born lucky.

“It is an inherited ability from Great-grandfather’s line. I can also conceal my physical presence from anyone,” she explained, sounding as though it was no bigger a deal than the ability to walk and chew gum.

But her tone became more somber when she added, “From anyone but my kin. Or you, I would assume, since I have had your blood.”

Her spirits had plummeted at the mention of her kin, but with her remark at having had my blood, her mood nosedived even further and it made me wonder what could have happened during the daytime for her to become so morose.

She’d been fine before I’d gone to rest. Happy even.

She’d been good-humored enough to hang Compton’s dick above my bed like a goddamn dream catcher.

And now she smelled like a vampire candy land and all I wanted to do was play with her – and in her – but she wasn’t in a playful mood.

Far from happy, my part-fairy was nowhere near merry.

And from what I was feeling from her now, I suspected her nap was more about hiding from whatever was bothering her than anything else.

So I hoped to bring back at least some of her fiery spirit by bringing her eyes back to my own and reminding her, “I’ve witnessed you take down humans, Weres, and vampire alike without feeling an ounce of fear. Just last night you thought nothing of slicing off Compton’s cock and burning the hole shut. So why are you so timid now?”

Instead of answering right away – and I suspected, still hiding from us both now – she merely closed the small distance between us and buried her face against my chest.

The work of that invisible magnetic pull, I was sure.

Eventually she seemed to gather her courage, but admitted very little in her surprisingly long muffled reply of, “When I am facing any foe, I am never alone. I might cast a solitary shadow opposite them, but my hands are not the only ones holding my swords. Thousands of hands join with mine, aiding every thrust and cut they make they make through the air. The hands of my ancestors. The hands of my instructors. Their ancestors and those who came before them, going back to the beginning of time. All of their knowledge and skill – everything they had learned – has all been passed down through time. Each generation that followed has added on and all that they’d known has been passed on to me. So in battle, I never stand alone. Each and every one of their hands grip the hilts of my swords with me.”

Her cryptic response ended there, but answered my question nonetheless.

Susannah had an army of thousands standing with her.

Sookie stood all alone.

Part human. Part fairy.

She didn’t firmly fit into either category. Something I suspected the kin who had raised her reminded her of repeatedly.

Only to be confronted the night before with the kin she’d never known existed, but had been raised to believe were inferior for being merely human.

She was isolated in both realms.

And I now felt guilty for my part in having her search for her blood at all.

So I made a vow to myself – and a silent vow to her – I would push her no further on the subject of the Stackhouses. I’d taken away her choice to seek them out with my order, but I would leave it up to her to do what she wanted with the information she now had.

And while there might not have been any other like her, she was not alone. The feather – the symbol of my kingdom – marked on her hip should have reminded her of that. She had declared repeatedly she had been born for me.

But she was such a force of nature one could conclude I had been made for her.

Not that I was ready to give her that tally for her win column.

So instead I thought to remind her of our unique connection, showing her she wasn’t so alone, and pushed my affection for her through our strengthened bond as I asked, “Do you feel that?”

“It’s the fairy scent,” she mumbled.

Confused again, I asked, “What?”

And then she cleared things up by saying, “You’re aroused because of the fairy scent.”

The sudden turn in our serious conversation suddenly made it impossible for me to contain my amusement.

Or my laughter.

The movement of which only served to further the point, we had once again been having two different conversations.

Yes, I was hard.

I woke up that way.

Fairy-scented Sookie or not.

Something I had assumed she would know, but instead of getting into the mechanics of the male form, I only managed to chuckle out, “I was talking about what you can feel in our blood tie. Not what you can feel against your leg.”

“Oh,” she muttered and somehow managed to feel even worse as she admitted, “I’m uh…I closed it off.”

Marveling over her ability to do so was trumped by my need to know something else I deemed more important.



Her one word answer to my one word question was accompanied by another shrug of indifference, when she was feeling anything but indifferent.

I, however, was done allowing her to not only hide from me but herself as well and pulled back far enough to catch her gaze with my own, while I repeated, “Why?”

I could feel her want to not answer. But since she apparently wasn’t feeling me, I demanded one with my expression alone.

Evidently it was enough to bring back some of her fire because she glared back at me in return. But just as quickly the flames were snuffed back out of both her eyes and blood when she asked, “Do you remember how you felt yesterday, hearing the Were call me Sunshine?”

I did.

And obviously so did she.

And I admittedly felt even better hearing her refer to him so generically. But unless I was exuding homicidal covetous cocksucker during the daytime, I didn’t understand why she would want to block her end of our blood tie, so I only nodded my reply.

And her response only confused me even more when she hedged, “I suspect I would feel…similarly in the future, so I thought it best to practice not sensing everything you’re feeling.”

She was talking in circles, but the only circles I would have been willing to entertain were now impossible to be had.

Compton no longer had heels to spin on around the yard.

So I repeated the same words I had said to her the night before, now in a different context, and said, “Your Fae is showing. Say what you mean because I highly doubt anyone will be addressing me as Sunshine in the near future – or ever – and thereby making you a jealous twat.”

It was just us here. I could own it.

Her anger flared and a large huff of air left her throat, when she spat out, “Fine! I don’t want to feel what you’re feeling the next time you take a donor!”

It was just us here.

And she had owned it.

It reminded me of my previous peas in a pod analogy.

Peas were green too.

But her admission was fraught with multiple implications. And getting the least likely inference – in my mind – out of the way first, I asked, “Is this your way of telling me you no longer wish to feed me?”


Thank Odin, Allah, Buddha, et al.

But then that left me with only one most likely inference.

She wanted me to be exclusive to her.

A monogamous relationship.

And we hadn’t even fucked yet.

But the truth was I hadn’t wanted any other since she’d first darkened my doorway. My one attempt at feigning normalcy had failed epically, with me sending the donor away.

I couldn’t even remember if I’d actually fed from her.

It was an easily forgotten occasion when everyone else paled in comparison to her.

And it wasn’t just her blood or her beauty that made her unequaled.

It was everything.

The way she challenged me. The way she teased me with both her words and her body. She exuded the warmth of a human, tasted like heaven, and reacted like a vampire.

Just as surely as she lay beneath me now, feeling broken and alone, I knew in an instant she would just as surely rise up, with her teeth bared and a sword in each hand, if an enemy approached.

Who else could do all of that?

Be all of that?

Stand beside me as she had?

Why else would I even entertain the thought of any other if I could have her?

She had pledged her life to me. And I believed now she had been born for me. She was forced to train for the entirety of her life in preparation for me, most likely in ways that would surely send me over the edge – and quite possibly into the Fae realm – if I learned of them all and she was proud of that fact. She wore her battle scars with a smugness that rivaled my own.

Debt or no, she was undeniably mine.

Vampire King or no, I couldn’t deny at some point in our short time together I had undoubtedly become hers.

We were already in a monogamous relationship.

And we hadn’t even fucked yet.

I would have teased her with my revelation.

Had this been Susannah.

But this was Sookie.

The one who bore all scars for them both.

So I rolled to her side, making us equals physically, while I took her hand in mine and said, “I would like for you to open your end of our bond, so you can feel the truth of what I’m about to say.”

From the look on her face you would have thought I’d told her Jason Stackhouse was her brother.

That was a more-than-likely-true suspicion I would only tell her if she asked.

I could feel her gathering her courage – and bolstering her defenses – before she eventually sighed.

And then narrowed her eyes at me, saying, “You think it’s funny?”


Show me another vampire king who was in a monogamous relationship with their fairy hybrid personal guard who they hadn’t even fucked yet.

Pam would quite possibly become the first and only vampire to piss themselves when she found out.

But feeling her distress at my admission – because she couldn’t read a vampire’s mind – I quickly attempted to soothe her sadness by admitting, “You are all that I want. You are all that I need. Just as you are mine, I am yours. So you have no need to fear I will be taking any donors – for meals or anything else.”

I could feel her shock.

Her doubt.

I tried not to take offense.

After all, everything I’d just told her went against all that she’d known about vampires.

I might as well have told her I farted.


The single word was all she could manage to muster, so I answered her skepticism with, “But…you can feel the truth of my words in your blood.”

Bringing her hand to my lips, I kissed the back of it and stated unequivocally, “I only want you.”

I could sense that the sun had already set in the sky a short while ago. I needed to get Hadley returned to Adele. I needed to call Pam and inform her of what we’d learned about de Castro.

But first, I needed her to accept the truth of my words.

And while I wanted nothing more than to finally seal the deal when she did, she was still feeling too vulnerable.

I wasn’t going to take advantage of that.

It could wait.


“You mean it.”

Even though she hadn’t expressed it as a question, I still answered her with, “I do.”

“But…why?” she asked. “Why me?”

“Who else would I want?” I asked in return and inched my face closer to hers. Kissing her lips, I smiled and added, “I was made for you.”

Upon hearing my words – and receiving her newest tally mark – she smiled genuinely for the first time that night.

And I genuinely laughed when she pounced on me, throwing me onto my back so she could stare down at me and say, “Don’t think for one second you can sweet talk your way into ordering me away from your side.”

“I thought you understood every language,” I teased. “How did you hear, ‘Go away,’ when I just said, ‘I only want you’?”

Her fire was back.

I knew because I could feel the heat coming from where she was sitting across my hips.

And I was sure there weren’t any panties in between us.

So before I ended up keeping her in my bed until, oh…the end of time, I reined in my lust and said, “I need to get Hadley returned to Adele.”

“Oh?” she laughed. “Well, you’re about two hours too late. They met up in the kitchen and have been inseparable ever since. You could probably walk in as you are and neither one of them would notice.”

“You think?” I asked and acted like I was going to shove her aside. “Let’s go see if your theory proves true.”

My green little pea pod growled and proved she was stronger than she looked by pinning me back down onto the bed by my shoulders and saying, “Sorry, no. This is all mine.”

“So possessive,” I breathed out in a hoarse voice.

“I learned from the best,” she smiled, pleased with the reaction she was getting.

But before I could suggest a better use of our newly freed time, I was hit with a quick succession.




The unmistakable pain of silver.

It made me gasp at the unexpected sensation and curl inwards.

But the pain wasn’t mine.

Nor was it Sookie’s.

And her worried blue eyes filled with rage when they met my own and all I could say was, “Pam.”

What I didn’t yet say was she wasn’t where I expected her to be. Instead of hundreds of miles to the north – back at the palace where she’d gone to rest – I sensed she was now to the west.

Hundreds of miles to the west.

But whatever they were using to keep her restrained was fucking with me too, so I tried to pull as much of her pain away from her and into me through our bond. I would dull it somewhat from her senses and then I would track her with our bond when I went after her.

But I lost my focus.

Because I lost the added weight of Sookie on my legs and on my bed.

My eyes searched the room for her in vain, but she was gone.

And when my blood searched for her, expecting to find her hundreds of miles to the north because she hadn’t given me the chance to explain, instead I found her hundreds of miles to the west.

Exactly where I felt Pam to be.

Regardless of the pain – regardless of the anger I felt at being left behind – another smile managed to work its way back onto my lips when my eyes darted over to the corner of the room and I saw she’d taken her swords with her.

To take back what was mine.

We would fight about it when she returned. And then we would fuck to fucking get over it.

Irrespective of her pledge to me. My station as king notwithstanding.

She had become my equal in my eyes.

And I would make sure it was known in the eyes of the world she was mine.

Previous Next

56 comments on “Chapter Twenty-Two – Mine

  1. vondax55 says:

    What??? So much lust and not enought action. I have the cigarettes ready! Bring on the good stuff, I’m dying here.
    ….. Loving the story despite all this. Xx

  2. bbrock525 says:

    Eric really should say out loud to Sookie how is feeling. It would give her slot more confidence in their relationship. I hope she is successful finding and bringing back Pam.
    Be careful driving with all those crazy Yankees tomorrow. Lol

  3. Ystarr says:

    WE WANT SEXY TIME!!!! But I’m also excited to see what happened to Pam. I mostly want sexy time though because it’s going to be explosive. I just know it.

  4. Juicy says:

    Love that Sookie went right to Pams rescue. Now, hopefully there wasn’t a trap of some sort waiting for her. If someone has both of Erics women there will be hell to pay. Thanks so much for updating – sorry you had a crap day.

  5. Crystal says:

    You bring me in thinking it’s going to get good and sexy and boom throw a left hook. That’s why I love you as a writer!

  6. sinder290 says:

    Funny and sweet and totally fabulous. Love this fic and the Sookie/Susannah conundrum. Have thoroughly enjoyed Bill’s demise, Sookie’s discovery of her relations and Eric’s growing fondness and respect for S/S. Thanks for the quick updates.

  7. Tlynnson says:

    Hot damn! every time I think I have this story figured out, kablam! I land flat on my butt! You are pure evil genius.

    No more guessing, I’m gonna hold tight and ride or die! Hehaw!

  8. kleannhouse says:

    oh my, they talked and they made it somewhat official… looking forward to Sookie’s dealing out some whoop ass … they won’t know what hit them.. KY

  9. ncmiss12 says:

    Another Awesome chapter! I almost thought we where going to get sexy time! I hope that Sookie kicks Decastros ass! Or maybe it is Victor who took Pam! I hope She kicks his ass then and kidnaps him back to Eric turf, so Eric can dish out some justice for kidnapping his child! That would be cool! I can’t wait for more! I hope that Eric gets to kick Nialls ass and that Sookie finds out how horrible Niall had truly been to her, with her rose colored fae glasses off!

  10. lostinspace33 says:

    Well at least he finally ‘fessed up”! 😉

  11. lilloucfer says:

    Awesome chapter! Loved Eric’s confession, but the line I can’t get out of my mind is ‘Had she farted?’ I really enjoy the humor in your stories 🙂 Can’t wait for Sookie finding Pam and then SEXY time!

  12. trubie35 says:

    That was intense and powerful, funny too. “Had she farted” ! Hilarious!!
    I loved when he told her to open the bond so she could feel the truth of his words. And I love that he told her he was hers and was made for her. They are perfect for each other.
    Thank you so much for another great chapter. You are on a roll getting these out. I’m amazed by your talent.

  13. eaaustin85 says:

    awesome past couple of chappies!!!!!!!!!!

  14. elw2 says:

    Oh shit! DeCastro took Pam? I hope she and Sookie are okay!
    Great chapter and great “talk.” Glad they finally got it out there!

  15. switbo says:

    Yay! They talked! Good for Eric, finally clearing things up for her a little. Maybe now she’ll start to develop a little more personal confidence instead of just confidence in her fighting abilities. Which are totally going to kick Victor/DeCastro’s ass(es)! Woohoo.

  16. nia says:

    Had she farted lol loved that they finaly had the talk. Feeling spoiled by all the updates but more please hope she returns with Pam so we can have sexy time 🙂 you know to get it over with

  17. 34ken says:

    LOVE Eric’s humor. “Peas were green too”…”Thank Odin, Allah, Buddha et al” hahaha
    I guess Sookie & Pam’ll finally meet! Can’t wait!

  18. ramintad says:

    oh my!!! this chapter took my breath away, great chapter 🙂 love this story!!!

  19. askarsgirl says:

    This is what happens when I get my email notifying me of an update from you, on any story you have going on. My heart beats faster in anticipation. A huge smile appears on my face. I read your intro to the chapter with glee and usually with lots of snorts of laughter. Then the hardest part of my day; do I read it right away or save it because if I read it right away it’s all done but if I save it I have something to look forward to for later. This war with myself usually goes on for a good while (all day sometimes). Until finally I settle in for the night, my light is off, the kids are in bed (hopefully!) and the husband is snoring beside me. At last I click on the link that will take me to the next chapter. And let me tell you, You. Never. Disappoint. Ever!
    I would tell you that this was the best chapter yet but i’m sure I’ll be saying that after the next update as well so I’ll just say thank you! 😃

  20. kardamon says:

    Oh, but did she expect him to just stay behind and wait patiently while both of his girls are in a lion’s den? She better comes back quickly!

  21. Yes. She is definitely his queen. Those vamps or weres holding Pam won’t know what hit them…

  22. Marta says:

    I may just love you! You are amazing you know, with how fast you have new chapters for us. I really appreciate the fast updates! I love the story so I can admit that I am greedy like that 😉

  23. Jackie69 says:

    Another great chapter!!! Loved that they are talking about their mutual feelings…hope nothing bad happen to Pam!? can’t wait for more Take care

  24. Mindy says:

    I loved this chapter. I’m so glad Eric forced Sookie to open up and speak her feelings. I cheered when Eric said he only wants her. I didn’t see Pam being taken coming. Sookie left his side, I didn’t think that would happen. This was a great chapter. Thank you!!!!!

  25. ericluver says:

    Every chapter just gets better and better 😀

  26. OposKneg says:

    So close….so, so close. Go chop some dicks Sookie!

  27. sluggysmom says:

    That was AWESOME!!!!

  28. ali says:

    Soooo good. Love the characters and the humour, and I think I love you too. Thank you so much for writing

  29. ozzo says:

    fucking LOVED this chapter!!!! GREAT GREAT GREAT! Another please!

  30. suzyq591suzy says:

    When it finally happens hang on to your hat great chapter.

  31. Roxybird says:

    I agree with everyone! PLEASE don’t make us wait to long for the next chapter, and don’t work to hard. 😉

  32. campyrs says:

    Great story! I can’t wait for the next chapter.

  33. redjane12 says:

    Now this is what I like to call progress!!! Good of Eric to fess up after feeling his Sookie so so so down… It was very enjoyable to have her switch so fast from Sookie to Susannah… It may take a bit of time (and lots of Viking love…) but soon I hope to see they two merge…
    I loved how Sookie just went to the rescue off to Vegas almost instantaneously as she felt Eric’s pain… I hope this doesn’t bite her in the ass and she can bring Pam back without difficulties… I have every faith in Sookie’s abilities (and in her swords!) provided de Castro isn’t in cahoots with fairies…

  34. suzi44ky says:

    Loved the chapter, and how fast she was to go save Pam. Hope she takes some heads while shes there. These two need to talk to each other and be honest about how they feel. 🙂

  35. Ryl says:

    Thank goodness Eric finally told her how he feels! The line about him not telling Sookie Jason is her brother unless she asked was hilarious–Eric is a wise vampire. *wink* Now, I can’t wait to see how Sookie deals with whatever is happening to Pam. Great chapter!

  36. aolani08 says:

    This bad A$$ Sookie is bad. I love her all over again every chapter

  37. baronessjai says:

    Yessssss…..I hope she saves old pammy quickly. ….can’t wait for more 😉

  38. gwynwyvar says:

    Yay! Ok, not yay for Pam, that’s bad. Yay for Eric finally fessing about up to Sookie about wanting her. And getting the message through 🙂

    Lol, whoever has Pam is about to be in for a Big surprise in a deadly little package!

  39. itsamia71 says:

    Oh wow, I’m speechless; perfect chapter! They are equally made for each other.

  40. Awesomesauce!!!!!!! Sookie finally knows that Eric is every bit as attached to her as she is to him!!! They might actually get around to sex yet! lol Whoever has Pam is in deep shit. Hope they have all their affairs in order cause they are not long for this world. With any luck de Castro is in the room. Sookie might bring Eric a little surprise when she comes back with Pam. Tell the boss man we said work is interrupting our reading and he needs to cut you some slack. Loved the new chapter!!!!!

  41. Another great post, so glad he finally told her how he feels, she has a lot of healing to do and I have a feeling he will help her so when the time comes her loyalty will be with hi and not the fae. I think Pam will have a lot do respect for her when she busts her free.

  42. GB says:

    I SOOOOO freakin love this story!!! Why cant I get this on the bloody TV Sunday nights instead of that crap I’ve gotten frm TB in the past.. Bravo!

  43. Julianne says:

    Boy is it starting to heat up now…and on so many fronts. Eric and Sookie, De Castro, the spies, Sookie’s kin and now Pam. Yet again another great chapter

  44. you are the queen! I am so addicted to this story. Every chapter gets better and better. Love badass Sookie! looks like Sookie got her wish and can use Pam to home in on DeCastro. Can’t wait to read about her rescuing Pam.will Quinn be tied in to DeCastro?

  45. murgatroid98 says:

    I’m so glad they had that conversation. It’s about time. I guess it was to be expected that de Castro would target Pam once Bill and Lorena got caught. I hope Sookie/Susannah doesn’t get hurt. I can hardly wait to read what she does to de Castro and company.

  46. jules3677 says:

    Caught up with your story. You have maintained the tension between Eric & Sookie. Sookie’s dual personality is an interesting point, not that it is multiple personality, more like work Sookie & female Sookie. Like all the action in the story as it brings the two to an equal footing. Also how you are accounting for the canon plot points, the twists make your story. Really looking forward to reading how their relationship develops, especially with these two who have never had a long standing intimate relationship. Laughing at how distressed Sookie is knowing that Jason is her close kin.

  47. twodognite says:

    Brilliant, even more then usual! You have such a gift, they are both so real.

  48. luvvamps says:

    Great chapter! I’ve been working so much I actually have another chapter to read. Lucky me! Thanks.

  49. georgiasuzy says:

    Oh, I love this story soooooooo much! Your Sookie and Eric rock! He told her he’ll be faithful and she’s all he wants! And she smells scrumptious and can’t possibly have bland Blood. She’s so kick-ass and yet so emotionally vulnerable. I love watching as you have Eric heal the Sookie side of her personality.

  50. theladykt says:

    Glad He’s owned up to his feelings for her. Love that Sookie can pop them both. Ca’t wait to see what happens next

  51. fanficglo says:

    I’m so glad they’re on the same page now!
    Can’t wait for the to get under the same sheets! ;p

  52. hartvixen123 says:

    Well, you sure do keep me on my toes. I had completely forgotten about Pam. I guess De Castro decided to take action while Eric is away from the palace. I’m glad Eric and Sookie were able to talk and now she senses his feelings for here. I hope Sookie make De Castro pay.

  53. vamplover669 says:

    Getting Sookie to talk about her feelings is like pulling teeth and speaking in riddles damn fairies! I’m glad Eric made her open the bond so she knows he speaks the truth. When did they take Pam during the day are the guards dead or traitors? Sookie is gonna slice and dice those guys they messed with the wrong person!

  54. lilydragonsblood says:

    yay!….badass sookie gone to save pam…..awesome!

  55. glamouredbyyou says:

    At least they cleared the the feeling thing, and then…. boom. Another cock block.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s