Dead Ever After Re-write (Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman)

Chapter 3

I hope you enjoyed the previous chapter. I want to thank everybody who took the time to read the story. I am definitely enjoying this and I hope you're enjoying it too. :)  

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of these characters. The original story and the characters belong to Charlaine Harris. I am only borrowing them for a little while. If you have any questions or comments feel free to do so. I would like to know if you're enjoying the story.

Deadlocked re-write: Meanwhile... Eric's POV   

Every story has two sides, and we need to know the other side for this one...  

Eric's POV 

"I'm free," I remembered those words as if it was today. The feeling of freedom was new, yet it took over my heart and my soul. It was liberating! I will never forget Ocella' death! Sookie killed him and I will forever be grateful for that. The freedom that I felt that night was unique and that power of free will was indescribable. That day, for the first time, I felt hope. But with my damn luck, hope had lasted only so long.  

I left to Shreveport that night, leaving Sookie with the promise of my return "I have to return to Shreveport to see about Pam, to arrange for the things I must do now that Ocella is dead. But as soon as I can, we'll be together again, and we'll make up for our lost time." Little did I know what was waiting for me in Shreveport.  

I met with Sookie after that day, but not in good terms. I wanted to keep her from finding out about Freyda, but Pam couldn't keep her mouth shut. Even after I commanded her not to tell her!  

How to explain to her that I have been trying my best to break the deal that Ocella made? I have been trying to get out of it, but Felipe de Castro have made it impossible.  

Victor took full advantage of his position and made his daily goal to make my life a living hell. His death was nothing but a relief. Curiously, Felipe felt the same. Even if he didn't voice it out loud.  

However, other things had come to the King's attention. While Victor's death was a relief for Felipe, but now he saw me as a threat.  

Of course the King wanted to know who had helped kill Victor because those involved would be tried as traitors to the crown. He really didn't care about Victor, but he had to keep appearances in front of his Sheriffs.  So far, he hasn't found any information, but for how long?  

Felipe de Castro and my maker have ruined my life once again. I was resigned to just live to the fullest the short moments that I get with Sookie. To live every minute as if it was the last. But my maker had made sure those moments were cut short. Only the gods know how much I hated him when he was alive. Now, I hated him even more. 

I heard footsteps and I knew who that was. I didn't need to see his stupid smile. I wanted to erase it off his face. He entered the room with much enthusiasm and I knew that it won't go well for me.  

"Well Eric, we are finished going through all of your assets. I must say that I am impressed of all the different accounts that you have, and the amount of money in them. I am thankful for your donations to the crown. I will make sure the money is well used."  

I opened my eyes and his smirk was the first thing I saw. A thousand different ways to kill him crossed my mind within seconds. I looked around and the same walls that have confined me for the last few nights were still here.  

The same old, plain brick walls. The only features that decorated the walls were my dried blood and the silver pins that held silver chains. Silver chains that now held me prisoner at his mercy.