A Love Beyond Death

By: HoneyRose

Rating: M for later chapters.

Timeframe: Post-From Dead to Worse

Pairing: Bill/Sookie

Disclaimer: While the plot is my own, the characters belong to Charlaine Harris and not to me. I am only briefly borrowing them and will return them unharmed. Ms. Harris please do not sue me.

Summary: Eric's gone too far this time and learns why not "all is fair in love and war" when the heart is concerned.

A Love Beyond Death

Chapter 1

Things had slowed down far enough for me to be able to sit and relax and enjoy my glass of wine. No were wars, no vampires trying to kill me and no other shifter or other Supe' trying to pull me into their camp. No, things were pretty calm. In my world someone was always trying to get me involved in their power struggle shit or trying to get in my pants. My telepathy and my being part fae always had me in some sort of mess, but tonight, all was good in the world and I could just sit and relax. I had the night off and Sam had scheduled me two extra days off so I didn't have to worry about work for a couple of days. I cleaned the house, did the laundry, watched t.v., read and now, with nothing left to do I decided to try my hand at understanding my new laptop and playing computer games.

Bill (my ex-boyfriend and a vamp) had tried to explain all the different features my new laptop had. With only a Dial-up connection getting on the internet was tedious and a waste of time and I started to feel frustrated. Finally, I just gave up and said, "Bill, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. What am I going to do with this state of the art machine if I can't even get online without it freezing due to the slow connection?" He stared at me for all of two seconds and I could see the half-smile creep up on the corner of his mouth. He was such a computer geek and so patient it was funny…, a patient vampire; who would have thought it.

We finally settled on him showing me the games he had programmed for me. "Pour yourself a glass of wine and you can sit and relax without a care in the world," he said as he illustrated the ease of playing them. I laughed and prayed for things to slow down enough to let me relax and enjoy the games. We talked and laughed until almost day break. He slept in the hidey-hole he had carved out of my old bedrooms' closet floor (he'd done this while we were still a couple) and I slept in my bed alone but happy; I had a friend to talk to and laugh with – and that was vampire Bill.

That was 3 weeks ago. Now, I am sitting here with a glass of wine, listening to KBVM and playing computer games. 'Who would have believed it…'. I wondered how long this peace would last and just like the saying warned "don't look a gift horse in the mouth" I got my answer.

A retching pain lanced through my heart and I thought I was going to die. It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of my chest and my heart was being stabbed with a red hot poker. In panic I ran to the sink for a glass of water and willed myself to calm down (to no avail) as I walked towards the living room. I knew this could only be bad but what was it? After a moment I thought of Eric and our (damned) blood bond. 'Could something have happened to Eric and now I was feeling the pain?' My heart sank as I thought those words. When I probed the bond, all I felt was glee. 'So it can't be Eric' I thought. For some reason I thought of Bill, and the pain increased, I felt dizzy and passed out on the living room floor.

I woke to find familiar eyes staring down at me but I couldn't really focus on them. "Pam? Dr. Ludwig? What the hell? What happened, what are you doing here?" I mumbled. "Eric, she's awake!" Pam stated. "What happened to you? We found you passed out on the floor. Can you hear me? Do you understand what I am saying? Why doesn't she answer?" Eric stated. Still blinking and trying to grasp what was going on around me I asked, "Where is Bill?" Eric's eyes grew and changed from that gorgeous blue to blazing dilated black as he looked from me to Pam and back to me. I had no idea what was going on or why they were there.

"She has a mark across her chest and neck as if she has been hit with blunt force. No internal bleeding which is good, the mark should go away in a relatively short amount of time but she should rest" said Dr. Ludwig before she disappeared with a blip. I had been moved to the couch and I watched as Eric got on the phone and made a couple of calls. I thought he had been calling Bill, but the words that came out of his mouth next proved that idea to be wrong.

"Sookie, I am afraid that Bill will not be coming to see you any time soon. He seems to be…," (he took in a deep breath of air then let it out as he spoke), "indisposed at this moment." I just stared at him and recalled the 'glee' I had felt when checking the bond before I passed out and screamed at him, "What the hell did you do to him Eric? Where is he? Why won't he be here for a while? Why did I feel his pain? I know it was his pain I felt!" Everyone's eyes shot up at me and Eric moved in closer, turned my face from side to side to check my neck and took in a deep whiff of me; I presumed he was trying to check me for Bill's scent.

"Get away from me and answer me! What the hell did you do to him?" I said while trying to push him away from me. He stepped back, nose flaring and fists balled, I could see his fangs had come down from the rage he felt inside him, but, I did not back down, I stared him down glare for glare. Finally I said, "I know you did not smell his scent on me so what is it with the anger in your eyes and why don't you speak your mind? I know you came here for a reason. I know that something has happened and I know that you felt glee not two hours ago, so I can only assume that whatever has happened is by your doing in a way. Please tell me if I wrong." He was still staring at me and then became his normal collected and pragmatic self as he told me.

"Yes. I sent Bill away on business but it served a dual purpose as he was becoming too much of a distraction between us," I interrupted, "a distraction? Between us? What the hell are you talking about, there is no "us" for anyone to distract. Plus…" he stopped me this time. "There is no "US" because I have been too busy with the bidding of King DeCastro but, you are MY bonded and HE should not be spending hours with you that should be MINE. Tell me Lover, why was Bill here 3 weeks ago until early sunlight?" he stated while leaning into me and burning holes into my eyes. "You are spying on me now? How dare you? For your information… you know I owe YOU no such information. Now answer me, what have you done? Where is he?" I stated flatly and pushed him away from me. He let out an amused chuckle, stepped back slightly and while still holding my face he said (matter-of-factly), "he was to do some research for his database but somehow got himself caught in the middle of a turf war between the King of Montana and the King of the Dakotas. Some rogue group has him and there seems to be some negotiations for his release being arranged by the King of Texas and that is all I know." I swatted his hand from my face and asked the million dollars questions; "What is Felipe DeCastro doing about this? What are you doing and how can we get him back?" He just stared at me and all the rage and anger from earlier seemed to resurface but he just walked out and never answered.

I don't know if I really expected Eric to answer me but he certainly had scared the hell out of me when he walked out the door and turned around to look at me before entering his Corvette and driving away. He'd had one of those silent conversations with Pam before he entered his car and I was certain he had instructed her to bleed me dry. She didn't though. She just sat at the kitchen table and told me to get dressed and pack for New Orleans. If I wanted the kings' help, I was to ask for it myself.

On the long drive to New Orleans I just stared out the window and winced every time I felt a (new) pain lance through me; I knew who ever had Bill was doing a pretty good number on him possibly to get the negotiations going their way. Then I got an idea, if Eric wasn't going to help (it being his fault and all that Bill was captured) then I was going to have to get help on my own.