The basement below Fangtasia was a concrete-walled space that had seen many uses over the years, very few of which were pleasant for most people to contemplate, including many vampires. But Eric Northman had never been like most vampires, and this space below his club had been where he'd explored all manner of the darkest corners of his own hungers. And though it had been host to many, there was one individual he had never thought to bring down there as a subject. But, sometimes fate had other things in mind.

He had been overjoyed being reunited with his vampire sister Nora, and ever since that time, they had been celebrating their reunion with a marathon of epic sex. But in between fucking, there had been talking, and one thing had gnawed at the corner of Eric's mind until he could not help himself. It was time for an intervention, his way.

How he had managed to temporarily subdue and anesthetize Nora wasn't important. That she now stood in the middle of a very specially configured space in his basement, naked, suspended and restrained was the point. Clad only in skintight leather jeans, Eric paced around Nora, waiting for her to come to. When she did, he stepped into the dim light before her. "You'll forgive the theatrics, but there's an important conversation we need to have, and I wanted your undivided attention. Do you know why you're here?"