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

Chapter 12

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.

Chapter 12

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Sookie's POV

I woke up with my heart beating fast as if a sledge hammer was pounding on it, "I got it!"

I realized I woke up shouting those words and immediately checked the house. The lack of brain activity told me I was alone in the house. The sun was bright and shiny and I wondered if I was late for work. A quick glance at the clock told me that I had to rush or else I wouldn't make it on time. Sam wouldn't fuss at me, but I knew he needed me because he was two waitresses short without the possibility of replacement any time soon.

I jumped in the shower and got dressed as fast as I could while elaborating my plan in my head.

"Pam will be impressed", I talked to myself out loud. Heck, I was impressed with the idea!

I went to work and took orders and refilled the drinks absent minded. My brain was too busy to bother listening to people's thoughts, but of course Sam noticed it, "Sookie, is everything ok?" he asked.

I tried to give him a convincing smile accompanied with a "yes," but Sam knew better.

"Is Eric still too busy for you?" Sam asked. He wanted to stir my anger against Eric. I nodded, letting him believe that he had hit the nail on the head.

"Sookie," Sam started.

"I don't want to talk about it," I quickly stopped him. I needed my mind back to planning mood; that was more important.

Instead, I continued working my shift quietly. Sam didn't comment any further, and I didn't offer any information.

I was dead tired by the time my shift was over; physically and mentally. I went home, took a long hot shower, and sat down in my kitchen table with pen and paper.

After a little while, I felt a presence in my back yard followed by a quick knock on my back door. It was Pam again. She came in and sat next to me. I was about to offer her a bottle of True Blood, but she started talking right away, "Eric came back from New Orleans vivid. He won't say much, but the little he told me is concerning. He made me sign some legal paperwork where he put Fangtasia and all his assets under my name. He also assigned me the task to protect you from any vampire until you die of old age. Since the king is losing your telepathic services, then Eric must pay for the loss by paying a higher percentage from our revenues; I must continue paying off his debt if Eric meets his final death until the king sees it fit," Pam explained.

"Eric doesn't trust the king which is why he trusts you to protect me," I said. "And he's saying good bye," I continued with a knot in my throat.

"He knows the king won't keep his word," Pam added.

"He's expecting to die!" I repeated myself with panic in my voice.

"No. That's not Eric. He's planning something and he's protecting me in case something happens to him. But he won't share his plans. He got his Viking sword out. Whatever he's planning will be bloody," Pam explained.

"The king suspects of our involvement in Victor's death. Maybe Eric wants to protect us by not involving us," I stated.

"Which is foolish and suicidal," Pam expressed my own thoughts.

"I have a plan," I informed her.

"I have to get back to Eric fast. The king and the queen are in Fangtasia again. Everybody is tense, and Eric put us all on high alert," Pam said as she walked towards the back door to leave.