After Sookie’s declaration to Eric, he scoops her up in his arms. She wraps her arms and legs around him and clings tightly. His hands move down to cover her backside. He gives the other members of their party a grin and says, “Let’s continue this party somewhere a little more private shall we.”
Eric carries Sookie outside. Jesus sets the pool cues back in the wall mount. Tara and Hoyt hurriedly finish their drinks. Lafayette and Jesus wave good-bye to Sam. Jessica snuggles against Hoyt’s side as they too say good-night to Sam. Tara is laughing as Arlene stands slack-jawed by the bar in disgust. Once everyone is outside, they rush over to Eric’s car where the vampire has Sookie sitting on the hood. She is sobbing against his chest and he is trying to soothe her by running his hands gently up and down her back.
Eric turns to them with his fangs down, ready to defend Sookie. Jesus is the one who stops everyone short and puts his hands up in the air as a gesture of peace. Jesus asks quietly, “What did she hear?”
Sookie takes deep shuddering breaths trying to calm down. Her hands are gripping the front of Eric’s shirt. Once she has calmed down enough to speak she answers Jesus. “I heard the killer’s thoughts again. It was like he was playing a highlight film of all his kills. His last thought was how I was going to be his next victim. He….he….” Sookie shudders and starts crying again.
“Mother fucker!” Tara cries as she rushes to Sookie’s side trying to comfort her. Eric growls at Tara, but she just gives him a look indicating to back the fuck off.
“Well who is it?” Lafayette demands. His face is furious and his fists clench at his sides.
Before Sookie can answer, Bill appears in the parking lot. He rushes over to his progeny. “Jessica, are you alright? I felt your fear,” Bill demands.
She rolls her eyes. Eric catches her eye and gives a single negative shake of his head. “I’m fine Bill. Nothing happened to me,” she says.
Bill looks around and sees Sookie near Eric. He takes in her tear-stained face and advances on Eric. “What have you done to her?”
Eric’s fangs snap down and he grabs Bill by the neck. “Sookie is of no concern to you. She is MINE! You will do well to remember that.” Eric squeezes Bill’s neck and the younger vampire struggles unsuccessfully against his hold.
“Eric, I want to go home,” Sookie says softly. Eric throws Bill down to the ground. He picks Sookie up gently and carries her to the passenger side, where Lafayette stands with the door open. As Sookie settles in the car, Eric walks to the driver’s side. “Make sure everyone gets home safely,” he says to Jessica. She nods her head. Eric revs the engine and peals out of the parking lot.
The drive back to Sookie’s house is a quiet one. Sookie struggles to keep herself calm; Eric is seething in anger. Eric pulls into the driveway of the house and cuts the engine. They remain sitting in the car.
Eric demands, “Who is it?”
“Rene. His real name is Drew Marshall. His sister was his first victim,” Sookie says quietly.
Eric whips out his phone. He calls Pam and he speaks rapidly in Old Norse. Sookie is able to make out that he is arranging protection for her and her friends during the day. He also arranges for someone to pick up Drew Marshall. The conversation is one-sided and Eric hangs up the phone.
Eric gets out of the car and comes around to open Sookie’s door for her. He holds his hand out to help Sookie up. Once she is out of the car, he leads her up the porch steps to the swing. He sits down and pulls her on his lap.
“I would prefer it if you stayed with me for the day. That way I know you will be safe,” Eric says quietly against her skin.
Sookie shakes her head no. “I can’t hide away Eric. He’ll know something is up if I suddenly disappear. Besides, if I disappear, he might go after someone else. I can’t have that on my conscience.”
Eric sighs. “I knew you would say that. I have arranged for protection for you and your friends in the meantime. I have also arranged for my people to pick up this Drew Marshall.” Eric places soft kisses along the side of her head, and Sookie snuggles closer to him.
They sit on the porch swing for a long time. The silence of Eric’s mind is a soothing balm after what had been an exhausting evening. She is so relaxed that she is nearly asleep in his arms.
“Sookie,” Eric says gently. She hums against his chest and fights waking up. Eric shakes her gently and calls her name again. She sits up and rubs the sleep from her eyes. She looks at him with a sleepy smile. “I must go. The sun will rise soon. I want you to do something for me,” Eric says while running his hand gently through her hair.
“What is it?” She stretches and blinks the sleep from her eyes.
“I want you to take some of my blood. It will allow me to know if you are in danger,” Eric says softly, placing a short kiss on her lips.
Sookie nods once he pulls away. She sits on his lap so that she is straddling him. Eric kisses her lips again before bringing his wrist up to his mouth. She hears the crunch of fangs breaking skin and he turns his wrist around to her. She cups his wrist in her hands and guides it to her mouth. Her mouth latches on to the wound and begins sucking gently. Her eyes roll back in her head at the taste of him. With Godric, she had never really enjoyed taking his blood. It was a means to an end. But with Eric it is different. His blood is the most decadent thing she ever tasted. She begins sucking harder, moaning her appreciation at the taste of him. Her hips begin grinding against his hardened cock, moving faster and harder. Once the wounds close, she licks his wrist and smiles. Eric’s lips crash against hers as his hands grab her hips, pulling her down as he thrusts up. It isn’t long before they both cry out with their release. Sookie slumps against Eric, and he wraps his arms around her again. He places a soft kiss against her head.
Eric stands up with Sookie in his arms. He moves to the door and places Sookie on her feet. He leans down and kisses her on the lips.
“Stay safe, Miss Stackhouse.” Sookie moves inside the door and watches as Eric drives away.
Godric’s eyes snap open and springs up from his prone position. His fangs are down and he is ready to attack. He has no idea where he is or how he got here. He had gone to his daytime rest at one of his safe houses. He no longer stayed in the house where he had raised Sookie. He missed her far too much to stay there.
He looks around the room he finds himself in. He is in a cage in a basement. There are utility shelves lining the opposite side of the cage. There is a single cot pressed along the other side of the cage. The back wall is nothing but concrete. Godric reaches his hand out to touch the fencing and hisses in pain; silver. The fencing is from the floor to the ceiling. He sees security cameras throughout the room and the cage.
Godric senses two heartbeats approaching. He retracts his fangs and sits calmly on the cot. The door to the basement swings open slowly. He hears two sets of footsteps down the stairs.
Two men approach the cage. One is an older white man, bald. He stands with his arms behind his back, his feet braced apart, and his eyes cast down. Godric can tell he is former military. The other man, the one that comes closer to the cage is younger. He has dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a soft face, and wears a suit.
The younger man rubs his hands in glee. “Ah, you’re awake. We were beginning to wonder if you would wake up,” he says with a smile on his face.
“I must wait for the sun to set to rise,” Godric says without emotion. His face is completely blank.
The younger man laughs. “Of course silly, I know that. But you’ve been here for several days. You see, while you were dead for the day,” the man says with disgust, “we entered your home. We injected you with an anesthetic that contained silver. We transported you here,” he gestures to the cage. “As you have already found out, the fencing silver. The walls, floor, and ceiling are reinforced concrete containing silver rods throughout. You have no way of escape,” he says with a laugh.
“Impressive,” Godric says quietly, but inside he is seething with rage. “How did you manage to get in my room?” Godric’s room is outfitted with state of the art safety measures to make sure that only he or Sookie can enter the room. If they have Sookie, he will kill every last one of them.
“You see,” the man says with an evil glint in his eye, “one of your humans came to us. They said they wanted to repent for their sins. They had seen the error of their ways and wanted to seek redemption. We know where you rest; we know where your businesses are; we know about those closest to you. And they will all suffer!”
Godric’s fangs snap down. “Why?”
The younger man’s face changes to one of hatred. “Because you murdered my family!”
“I had nothing to do with the deaths of your parents, Reverend Newlin. They died in a car accident from what I understand.”
The Reverend Steve Newlin snarls at Godric. “It may not have been you, but I know it was your kind that caused their deaths. And we shall have a reckoning!” The two men leave the basement, and Godric sits on the cot to assess the situation.
He could break his way out of here, but the silver would weaken him and he did not know what awaited him past the basement door. He can tell that he is the only being in the basement. Godric has only one option available to him, though he loathes having to do it. It will put others unnecessarily in danger.
Godric opens the bond with his children.