As soon as Bill returned to Bon Temps he called Dawn and ordered her to meet him at his house. Always one to please, Dawn had shown up not twenty minutes later, having made up an excuse to Sam so she could get out of work. Welcoming her into his house, Bill informed her that Eric had requested her presence at Fangtasia; Bill hadn’t missed the lustful look in her eyes as he had mentioned Eric, and the younger vampire had cursed his Sheriff.
Leading her to the sofa, Bill pushed her down onto it and took a seat next to her. “Eric is not happy with you, Dawn,” Bill informed her. “You attacked his wife.”
“That bitch hit me,” Dawn spat, “and she insulted me. She thinks she’s better than me just because she snagged a rich husband.”
“I don’t care,” Bill growled. “You can’t attack her, at least not physically. In the vampire world she is better than you. Eric could punish you for attacking his wife.”
“He wouldn’t do that,” Dawn replied foolishly, showing just how clueless she was.
“He could, and if you’re not careful, he will,” Bill told her. “He wants you to explain yourself to him tonight, and if he’s not happy he will punish you. And I guarantee you won’t like it.”
“What should I do?” Dawn asked, a touch of fear entering her voice. As much as she would like to say different, she didn’t actually know Eric that well. She honestly didn’t know if he would punish her or not. The last time she had seen her was a few months after he and Sookie had married. She had tried to seduce him, believing she could offer him more than Sookie ever could. Eric had been pretty brutal in his rejection of her, embarrassing her in front of practically the whole town. Even after Eric did that to her, Dawn still hadn’t given up the foolish notion that Eric desired her. She was convinced his rejection was only a ploy on his part to hide his attraction to her from Sookie and her family.
“You’re going to be nice,” Bill answered as he began to put his latest plan into action. “You will apologize to Sookie and accept any punishment Eric sees fit to give you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Dawn replied as she nodded her head.
“You will be charming,” Bill commanded. “You will flirt with Eric, offering him coy looks and girlish giggles. You will do anything he asks of you.”
“Oh yes,” Dawn practically purred.
Bill shook his head at her eagerness, “Whore,” he growled. Lifting his hand, he gripped her chin and turned her head so she was looking into her eyes; he began his glamour. “You will not speak of what I have told you to do,” he commanded as he pushed his mind against hers. “You will say nothing but good things about me in front of Sookie. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” Dawn replied mindlessly, her psyche firmly under his control.
Releasing her from his glamour, Bill stared at her. “Now, perhaps you would like to tell me why you attacked Sookie. I told you to get her outside. Why did you disobey me?”
“She provoked me,” Dawn replied petulantly. “She thinks she’s better than me. I just wanted to knock her off her high horse.”
“Your stupid actions could’ve ruined all my plans,” Bill chided. “Regardless of what Eric decides you will be punished for this.”
“Bill?” Dawn questioned as she eyed him nervously.
“The extent of your punishment will depend on how well you do tonight,” Bill warned her. “But I will definitely punish you. In fact, we have a few hours until we have to be at Fangtasia, I think I will start now. Stand up.”
Dawn rose to her feet as she obeyed his order. She stood in front of him, her hands shaking slightly as she waited for Bill to punish her. Having been with her fair share of vampires, Dawn was familiar with the kind of punishments they dished out and had suffered more than one kind of it. As she stared at Bill, she wondered what kind of punishment he would serve.
“Take off your clothes,” Bill ordered. He watched as Dawn stripped in front of him, a smile tugging at his lips as her creamy flesh was revealed to him. Reaching out, Bill grabbed her arm and pulled her over his knee. He positioned her so her ass was raised up in the air as he held her head down with one of his hands. “I don’t have time to punish you as I would like,” he added as he grabbed her ass roughly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh painfully. Lifting his hand, he brought it down hard. The sound of the crack bounced off the walls as he raised it again. He brought it down repeatedly each time harder than the last, not stopping until her ass was bright red and tears were streaming down her face. Bill smirked as he felt his body respond for the first time since Pam’s punishment.
Pushing Dawn off his knee, he watched her tumble to the floor as he pulled open his trousers and freed his cock. Leaning forward, Bill fisted his hand in Dawn’s hair and yanked her up before pushing her head into his crotch. “Suck me,” he ordered as he rested his head on the back of the sofa, his eyes closing as he felt Dawn’s lips close around him.
Things are finally starting to look up, he thought.
“Sheriff,” Maxwell greeted as he approached Eric’s booth. He offered a Sookie a small nod of respect as he added, “It is good to see you well Mistress.”
“Thank you, Maxwell,” Sookie replied as she looked up at the dark vampire.
“What is it, Maxwell?” Eric asked as he twirled a strand of Sookie’s hair around his finger.
“I have something I think you might want to see,” Maxwell replied wasting no time with idly chatter. “After my Mistress’s attack last night I went over all of the footage from Compton’s house again, and I found something of interest.”
“What did you find?” Eric asked.
“This,” Maxwell replied as he handed Eric a computer tablet, “this is footage of Compton house from last night.”
Taking the tablet, Eric played the footage, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, just Bill feeding on some pathetic fangbanger. He watched as a phone call interrupted them and Bill practically dragged the woman out of the house.
“That’s the woman who stabbed me,” Sookie said as she reached for the tablet; she played the footage over again. “When was this filmed? What time?” she asked, not seeing a time stamp on the footage.
“Roughly thirty minutes before you were stabbed, Mistress,” Maxwell told her, anger leaking into his tone as he thought about her being hurt.
Taking the tablet back off Sookie, Eric smirked as he paused the footage of Bill feeding on the woman, “Compton is in for a rude awakening,” he said, before turning his attention back to Maxwell. “You have done well. I want you to make copies of all the surveillance we have of Compton as well as any written notes you might have made.”
“Eric, what are you going to do?” Sookie asked softly.
“I am going to put a stop to Compton’s fun and games,” Eric told her. “He will not hurt you again.”
“How?” Sookie questioned.
“Rhodes is in three weeks; I intend to have him brought up on charges,” Eric replied with a smirk. “Tonight, I shall let him hang himself as the humans say,” he added as he tapped the tablet still paused on Bill and Candy. Snapping his fingers, Eric called Pam over. “Have a coffin prepared in the basement for Bill; he will be staying here until Rhodes,” he ordered, not giving her a chance to say anything.
“Yes, Master,” Pam replied before speeding off to prepare the basement for Bill.
“She’s still sulking,” Sookie remarked as she saw Eric shake his head.
“Let her,” Eric replied. “I have more important things to worry about than her childish tantrums.”
A few hours later the club was almost empty; the only people who remained were the area vampires, the cleaning staff, and Yvetta who had been ordered to remain behind by Eric.
“She thinks you asked her to stay because you want to play with her,” Sookie whispered with a small laugh as she dipped into the dancer’s head. “She’s looking forward to her punishment.”
“She won’t be when Thalia finishes with her,” Eric snorted as he flicked his eyes over to one of the cleaners who were mopping the floor. “I only told her to stay so she can see first hand what happens to people who try to come between us.”
“They’re here,” Sookie said, putting on a spooky voice as she saw Bill and Dawn enter the club; she sounded all too close to the little girl from Poltergeist. She bit back a laugh as she got a good look at Dawn. “I think that’s for your benefit,” she added, referring to the black mesh halter-top dress Dawn was wearing. “I bet she bends over and falls out of it.”
“I’m not taking that bet, Lover,” Eric replied.
“Sheriff, Mrs. Northman,” Bill greeted as he stopped beside their table.
“Eric,” Dawn purred as she ran her eyes over him. He was even better looking than she remembered, and she was desperate to touch him. She knew she could please him better than Sookie; she had far more experience after all. She knew how to please a man, and Bill was proof of that; she had done everything he asked of her and still offered more.
“Oh for God’s sake; he’s not interested, Dawn. So stop embarrassing yourself already,” Sookie said, shaking her head at Dawn’s pitiful thoughts.
“I was only saying hello,” Dawn sniped, shooting Sookie a nasty look before turning her gaze back to Eric and smiling coyly at him.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” Sookie snorted, realizing already what Bill had instructed Dawn to do.
Bill hid a smile as he heard Sookie’s words, thinking his plan was working already. “As requested, Miss Dawn Green,” he said as he placed his hand on the small of Dawn’s back and pushed her forward. He thought it was a stroke of genius that he had instructed her to change into something more revealing before they arrived, believing it was bound to make Sookie feel uncomfortable.
“Sit,” Eric ordered as he flicked his eyes from Dawn to Bill; he could hardly wait to wipe the smug look off Bill’s face.
Sliding into the booth, Dawn made a show of leaning forward and flashing Eric her breasts. “Oops,” she said as she straightened the small pieces of fabric that covered her breasts.
“No one here wants to see your breasts,” Eric growled, already annoyed with her pathetic behavior. “In fact, you are only here for one reason.”
“What would that be?” Dawn asked, slightly disgruntled. Most men fell over themselves to see her breasts.
“I simply want to know why you attacked my wife last night?” Eric asked, his eyes glinting dangerously as he thought how Dawn had hurt his wife.
“I…I…” Dawn stuttered as she looked down, feigning contrition. “I was jealous,” she admitted through gritted teeth as she said what Bill had instructed her to. “I know I shouldn’t have, but she’s the reason Jason broke up with me; and I was hurt and seeing him at the bar last night made all that hurt come back,” she lifted her head and let them see the tears that were trickling down her cheeks. “And I acted without thinking. I’m sorry,” she cried as she fidgeted in her seat, “I’m so sorry…”
“Cheese and rice, are we supposed to believe this?” Sookie asked as she huffed out a breath.
“It’s true!” Dawn cried.
“You attacked me ‘cause of Jason?” Sookie questioned, disbelief clear in her voice.
“Yes,” Dawn admitted as she wiped away her tears. “I loved him; I love him, and you made him break up with me. I was angry at you last and lashed out.”
“So all that, Eric really wants me, and we were running around behind your back, was what, a diversion? So I didn’t realize it was Jason you wanted,” Sookie scoffed.
“She said what?” Eric snarled. “You dare claim I cheated on my wife with you?”
“I was just lashing out,” Dawn protested as she looked to Bill for guidance. She was saying everything he told her too, but it was clear neither Eric nor Sookie believed her. She told him they wouldn’t, but he had refused to listen to her. “I was trying to hurt Sookie like it hurt me when Jason dumped me.”
“Jason dumped you because you kept trying to seduce his sister’s husband,” Eric growled. “Now cease your ridiculous lying and tell us the truth.”
“I’m telling the truth,” Dawn whimpered as she slunk down in her chair.
“So all this was about Jason?” Sookie asked. “It was never about you wanting Eric?”
“Yes,” Dawn replied with a nod of her head. “It’s Jason I want, not Eric.”
“Det här är så patetiskt att det är skrattretande,” Sookie snorted as she looked up at Eric. “Dom förstår inte ens att hennes handlingar motsäger hennes ord, hon har försökt flörta.”
(“This is so pathetic it’s laughable. They don’t even realize her actions negate her words. She’s been trying to flirt with you since she walked in.”)
“Jag vet älskare,” Eric replied. “Han får faktiskt drottningen att se ut som ett geni”
(“I know, Lover. He actually makes the Queen look like a genius.”)
Shaking her head, Sookie turned to face Dawn again, “You know, your whole I want Jason not Eric spiel would work a lot better if you hadn’t been imagining Eric fucking you on this table since you walked in,” she said. “Did you seriously think this would work?”
“Stay out of my head,” Dawn spat, forgetting she was supposed to play nice with Sookie.
“No,” Sookie replied, “you have thrown yourself at my husband every chance you have got. So you can be damned sure when you walk into my bar, I’m going to go digging around in your mind.”
“This isn’t you bar,” Dawn returned as she sat up straighter.
“I think you’ll find it is,” Sookie told her with a smile. “Eric gave me shares in the bar when we married.”
“It that why you married him? For his money?” Dawn sneered.
“No, honey, that’s why you chase him,” Sookie retorted, refusing to take any of Dawn’s crap. “You’re the gold-digger here.”
“I am not,” Dawn said insulted.
“I think things are getting out of hand,” Bill cut in, as he pursed his lips in annoyance. Things were not going as he expected, and he wasn’t happy. “I think…”
“Oh, shut up,” Sookie snapped, cutting him off as she flicked her eyes to where he still stood. “No one asked you what you thought. So be quiet.”
Bill glared at Sookie as he snapped his mouth shut. He couldn’t believe Eric was allowing her to talk to her superior in such a way. As soon as he got her to the Queen’s court, he swore he would make her pay for her disrespect.
“I’m not a gold-digger,” Dawn huffed, still hung up on the insult.
“Would you prefer the term whore?” Eric asked with a smirk.
“I’m not a whore,” Dawn gasped.
“No? You throw yourself at a married man. You also offer yourself to every vampire you meet,” Eric replied, counting off the things he believed made her a whore. “No, that’s not quite right; you offer yourself to every man you meet. You have no honor or dignity. You attack my wife, a true lady, out of jealousy and then lie about it.”
“A lady,” Dawn scoffed glaring hatefully at Sookie. “Everyone knows she’s nothing but trash. She’s a freak…”
“DAWN!” Bill shouted as he watched his plan disintegrate before his very eyes. She was supposed to be nice to Sookie, not insult her in front of Eric.
“You dare speak of my wife like that? You worthless bloodbag…”
Sookie placed a hand on Eric’s arm, restraining him before he had a chance to attack Dawn. “It’s okay, Eric,” she said as she stroked her fingers back and forth. Once she was satisfied he wasn’t going to attack, she turned her attention back to Dawn and smiled. “Unlike you Dawn, I am a lady. I was raised properly,” she added as she continued to soothe Eric. “But Gran always said there comes a time in a lady’s life when she’s got to hitch up her skirt, kick off her heels and take the trash out…”
Before any of them realized what was happening, Sookie launched herself over the table and grabbed a hold of Dawn by her hair. Dragging her out of the booth, Sookie threw her to the floor.
“Eric is mine,” Sookie growled. “He doesn’t want you, he never has and never will. Get that through your thick skull.”
“I could please him better than you,” Dawn spat as she climbed to her feet.
“You keep telling yourself that, honey,” Sookie replied, her voice taking on a mocking tone as she stalked forward. “You will never have Eric, no one but me will,” she added as she turned her head to the side and looked at Yvetta who was watching from behind the bar. “You can all throw yourselves at him, fantasize about him, pretend he really wants you, but it’ll never be true. Eric loves me. He is his mine.”
“He’ll get tired of your fat ass soon,” Dawn said cruelly. “He’s probably already fucking around behind your back. There’s no way you could keep him satisfied.”
Raising her hand, Sookie lashed out and slapped Dawn across the face, the sound of her hand connecting with Dawn’s cheek making a loud cracking sound.
Eric leaned back in the booth as Sookie slapped Dawn. He let out a growl as he saw Bill go to separate them. Sookie was asserting her power and making her position known to everyone in the bar. She was claiming her vampire in front of those who wished to take him from her and Eric refused to allow anyone to interfere in that. Just like he hadn’t interfered when she had put Pam in her place when they started their relationship. To interfere would only give the likes of Dawn and Yvetta false hope. And that was something he wouldn’t do.
Fisting her hands in Dawn’s hair again, Sookie lifted her knee and kneed Dawn in the stomach making her double over. “Eric screams my name every night,” she said as she dragged her across the club’s floor. “Who screams yours Dawn, whomever you served at Merlotte’s?”
“Fuck you,” Dawn cried as she struggled in Sookie’s hold.
“You’ve got a nasty mouth,” Sookie tutted. “We should wash it out,” she chuckled as she dragged Dawn to where the cleaner had left the mop bucket.
“No!” Dawn shouted as she realized what Sookie was planning.
Knocking her to the floor again, Sookie moved behind Dawn and dunked her head in the dirty water in the mop bucket.
Eric watched as Sookie ‘took out the trash’ a smile etched firmly on his face. Flicking his eyes to Yvetta who was still watching from behind the bar, he chuckled at the frightful look on her face. He was clear to him that she was getting the message that Sookie was putting out. A message he would reinforce when he would hand her over to Thalia.
While Eric was enjoying the show, Bill watched aghast as Sookie pulled Dawn up and then dunked her again. It was finally dawning on him that all the information Hadley had given him was years out of date. Sookie wasn’t the innocent little flower she had led him to believe; she was a strong, capable woman who didn’t back down from anyone. As he watched her put Dawn in her place, he realized he would have to change his tactics; trying to make her jealous and question her relationship wasn’t going to work.
Yanking Dawn’s head out of the dirty water again, Sookie dropped her to the floor and took a step back. “Clancy,” she said softly, her tone a stark contrast to the fire that was burning in her eyes.
“Yes, Mistress,” Clancy said as he stepped forward. He smirked at the drowned rat coughing on the floor by his feet.
“Would you please get that,” Sookie pointed at Dawn, “out of my club please.”
“I would be my pleasure, Mistress,” Clancy replied as he bent down, yanked Dawn up and bustled her out of the club.
Turning to face the bar, Sookie glared at Yvetta. “Try to seduce my husband again and you will receive the same treatment. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Yvetta whimpered as she cast her gaze down.
“Good,” Sookie said before making her way back towards Eric. She offered her husband at satisfied smile before climbing over him and settling back in her seat.
“Would you like to offer an explanation for your friend’s actions here tonight?” Eric asked as he turned his attention back to Bill.
“I have no explanation for her uncouth behavior,” Bill replied as he fidgeted slightly. He was at a loss of what to say or do. All his plans had been destroyed and he honestly didn’t know what to do. “I don’t know why she acted the way she did this evening.”
“That’s not exactly true, is it?” Sookie said as she stared up Bill, her lips quirking into a smile.
“I’m not sure I understand,” Bill replied uneasily.
“Dawn, well she acted that way because you told her to,” Sookie said. “You told her to flirt with Eric.”
“I would never do such a thing,” Bill denied, feigning indignation.
“I got it straight from her head, Mr. Compton,” Sookie replied, enjoying watching him dig a hole for himself. “I think by now we all know I’m a telepath. You told her to wear that dress and flirt with Eric in an attempt to make me uncomfortable.”
“Is that true, Bill?” Eric asked with a smirk.
“Of course not,” Bill huffed.
“So you are calling my wife a liar?”
“What? No, of course not,” Bill replied as he tried to think of a way to get out of the trouble he found himself in. “She’s just mistaken.”
“I suppose it is possible,” Eric said as he pretended to think about it. “I do not feel like calling her back her and asking her herself. Which is unfortunate as I didn’t get to question her about the woman who stabbed my wife.”
“Very unfortunate,” Bill repeated barely hiding a smile.
“You are close to Miss Green, so maybe you can answer some of my questions,” Eric said, making it seem like the idea just came to him.
“Of course, Sheriff. It would be my pleasure,” Bill replied, relaxing slightly as he thought he had sidestepped Sookie’s accusations. He had no idea Sookie could see through glamour and was suddenly grateful that she had thrown Dawn out like she did.
“You saw the woman who stabbed Sookie; do you know if she was a friend of Miss Green’s?” Eric asked as he began to lay his trap.
“Not to my knowledge, Sheriff,” Bill lied. Dawn had in fact introduced him to Candy. Candy had been the blonde who had eaten Dawn out when Bill tied her to his bed.
“I see,” Eric replied. “And what of you, Bill? Did you recognize her?”
“No, Sheriff. Last night was the first time I had ever seen her,” Bill said.
“So you didn’t know her?” Eric asked seeking clarifications.
“No,” Bill lied again.
“I see,” Eric replied as he pretended to muse it over. “Then perhaps…” he reached for the computer tablet and turned it to show Bill, “you can explain this…”
“Sheriff…” Bill stammered as he saw the unmistakable image of him feeding from Candy.
“This was taken just thirty minutes before she stabbed my wife,” Eric said, his voice deceptively calm. Hitting play, he played the footage of Bill feeding from Candy and then dragging her out of his house after he received a phone call. “You seem quite friendly with someone you had never met just before she attacked my wife.”
“I…I…” Bill stuttered as he struggled for something to say.
“Nothing to say. Then again, I don’t suppose there is much need,” Eric said as he tapped the image on the screen “They say a picture says a thousand words, and this one most certainly does. You arranged for my wife to be attacked.”
“No!” Bill shouted as he continued to lie through his teeth. “I followed Candy to Merlotte’s and witnessed her attacking Sookie.”
“Mrs. Northman,” Eric growled as he placed the tablet on the table and stood up. “You dragged her out of your house. You left together, you arrived together, and you stood back and watched while that whore stabbed my wife, and then you tried to give her your blood. Why?”
Bill glared at Eric but said nothing. He couldn’t admit he did it without revealing why he was really in Bon Temps, and he wouldn’t betray his Queen. He was still convinced she would protect him.
“Still got nothing to say? Well, if you won’t tell me, maybe you will tell the Council,” Eric said with a smirk.
“The Council?” Bill asked, believing he had heard wrong. Why would Eric report him to the Council and not deal with it himself?
“Billy, Billy, Billy,” Eric mocked. “You arranged for your Sheriff’s bonded wife to be stabbed so you could give her your blood. Even you know how much that is frowned upon. Bonded mates are sacred in our world, and you have been trying to come between a pair for weeks.”
“Bonded?” Bill repeated weakly. He had smelled Eric’s blood on Sookie, but he hadn’t actually realized they were bonded. As he flicked his eyes between Eric and Sookie, it was just starting to dawn on him how screwed he was.
“Yes, bonded in the vampire way and married in the human,” Sookie said. “I think it’s safe to say you’re screwed.”
“I’m bringing you up on charges in front of the Council at Rhodes,” Eric explained. Signalling to Thalia, he added, “but until then, you will be enjoying our hospitality.”
“What?” Bill said, struggling as Thalia grabbed him from behind him.
“Lock him up in the basement,” Eric ordered, “and return and deal with her,” he added as he jerked his head in Yvetta’s direction.
“Yes, Sheriff,” Thalia replied with a fangy smile.
Sliding back into the booth, Eric pulled Sookie into his side as he watched Thalia drag Bill out of view. “What do you think, Lover?” he asked.
“I think he’s foolish enough to believe that Sophie-Anne will still protect him,” Sookie replied as she snuggled against him. “I also think Yvetta’s is terrified of what I might do to her if she tries to come on to you again.”
“Good,” Eric purred as he dropped a kiss on top of her head. “Although I might like seeing you dunk her head in a mop bucket as well.”
“Oh God, I can’t believe I did that,” Sookie replied as a blush spread across her cheeks. “I just had enough of hearing Dawn was thinking.”
“It was very hot,” Eric growled. “I enjoyed watching you take out the trash.”
“You would,” Sookie said with a giggle, before turning back to the more serious matter. “What do you think will happen next?”
“I think Bill will continue to foolishly believe Sophie-Anne will protect him, and Sophie-Anne will discard him and find someone to take his place,” Eric confessed.
“He won’t give her up. He won’t admit she sent him to Bon Temps to procure me,” Sookie replied.
“No, Lover, he won’t. He won’t speak out against his Queen, unless…” Eric trailed off as he put a plan into motion in his head.
“Unless?” Sookie questioned as Eric went silent.
“Unless he has no choice.”
“How’re you gonna do that?” Sookie asked, confusion tingeing her tone.
“It is quite simple, Lover,” Eric told her as he fished his phone out of his pocket. Searching through his contacts, Eric smirked as he found the one he was looking for and dialled the number.