Long after Sookie had fallen asleep, Eric laid behind her with an arm resting above her pregnant stomach and his nose buried in her hair.
He couldn’t believe that she was finally in his arms and that she loved him. The thought brought a smile to his normally stoic face.
Eric took one last, deep breath of her sweet scent before he kissed her temple and removed himself from the bed.
Could it be our bed? At least for the time being it could. Sookie said she wanted to take it slow, but she had no objections tonight. All Eric knew was that he never wanted to be without her again.
After slipping silently out of the room so that he wouldn’t wake the two most precious beings now in his life, he sat down in front of the bank of monitors and flipped through the feeds to make sure that there was no security breach.
Once he was satisfied, he turned on the motion sensors that surrounded the property and picked up his phone.
The phone rang four times before a groggy but deep voice answered.
“Northman,” he yawned out. “This better be good; I was out on an assignment until two a.m. and need my beauty rest.”
Eric let out a small chuckle before he addressed the man on the other end. “Clark, no amount of sleep is going to help with that ugly mug you call a face. What I have for you is top priority. You will drop everything and get to work as soon as the sun’s up. I’ll need you to report your findings at sundown.”
“What do you got, boss?” Clark replied, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He knew it was important and couldn’t let Northman down. Well, he could but he wanted to keep his life.
“I need you to go out to the Stackhouse residence in Bon Temps. A Were was murdered there yesterday. I picked up the scents of a Were and two fairies.”
Shit. Fucking fairies.
“I need you to see if you recognize any of the scents. I doubt you’ll know the fairies, but I’m hoping you’ll recognize the Were. Also, see if there are any new scents on the property. Find any and everything you can. We need to figure out who did this,” Eric commanded.
Why does he care about a Were being killed?
“Anything else?” Clark asked.
“Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone. No one is to know. The body has already been removed and anything further will be discussed at Fangtasia tonight. I have one more call to make before I go to rest.”
“Not a word,” Clark replied before he heard Northman hang up.
Eric threw that burner phone down before picking up another and dialed his eldest progeny.
“This better be important. You interrupted my bedtime snack,” Pam answered.
“A Were was murdered tonight,” Eric sighed into the phone.
“Why do we care?” She sassed back. “Was it trying to kill you?”
“No, it was most probably killed by two fairies.”
“Fairies?!” Pam quickly shoved her meal out the door before heading downstairs to her bedroom and slipping out of her hideous Fangtasia wear. “Do we get to eat them?”
“Only if we can find them. I’m having Clark look into it and he’ll be meeting us at Fangtasia after sundown. I need you to make sure the bar is closed for the night.”
“We don’t need to close down for one meeting. If we have to we can…”
“You will shut it down because I said so. You easily forget your place,” he growled.
Eric knew she was going to be impossible once she found out Sookie was involved and even worse, when she realized their trouble magnet was in their lives to stay.
“Forgive me, Master. I’ll make sure it’s closed down. Is there anything else I need to do?” Pam questioned.
It had been years since Eric was upset with her and she didn’t understand why the death of a lone Were was getting his hackles up, but she wasn’t going to try and argue with him. Once he made up his mind about something, it was near impossible to change it and she didn’t have time before sunrise.
“Willa will also be joining us.”
Pam wanted to moan and complain, but knew now was not the time. She hated spending time with that political little snot.
“Very well, I’ll see you at sundown. Should I procure some donors since we won’t have time to feed before the meeting?”
“No,” Eric growled out.
“Very well, I’ll just take a few sips from our guest downstairs.”
“Fuck,” he snarled, getting up to pace and running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
“Or not,” Pam said uncertainly. What the hell was going on with him?
Eric didn’t know what to do. Sookie could not know Sarah was in the basement. She’d leave and never look back, but what was he to do? Sarah seemed to have gone crazy and hallucinated her dead ex-husband all the time lately. No amount of glamour worked, but he needed her gone yesterday. Truthfully, he’d been trying to get rid of her for over a year. He was surprised when he arrived at Fangtasia after ordering Pam to get rid of her to find that their guest was still there and had begged to not be released. She was afraid of her dead husband and Eric had let her stay. This time, he would not allow it.
“I assume you’re at Fangtasia since I know you’d never bring a meal to your house.”
“Of course I am. You left me with a voicemail saying you wouldn’t be in and to finish the paperwork for the new factory. It has taken me all night, along with running the bar,” she explained, each word dripping in annoyance.
“Good, when you rise I want you to glamour Mrs. Newlin into forgetting her stay and then let her go. She needs to be gone long before I arrive.”
“What are you talking about? We can’t let her go,” Pam hissed into the phone.
“Enough! You will do as I say! So help me Pamela, if she is not gone when I get there tomorrow night I will cut you off. Permanently.” Eric stated each word slowly and deadly before he hung up.
Leaning his head back in the chair, Eric closed his eyes as he squeezed the bridge of his nose.
If she costs me Sookie, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive her.
If Sookie wasn’t in danger and it wasn’t so close to dawn, Eric would have flown to Fangtasia and taken care of Sarah Newlin himself, but there was no way he was going to leave Sookie while she was in danger even if it meant that there was a possibility that Pam didn’t listen and he lost Sookie forever. No matter what the cost, he would keep her safe.
After checking the monitors one last time, Eric made his way back to the bedroom to find Sookie lightly snoring, and the blankets kicked off. Knowing that she would not appreciate finding him naked and dead for the day, he grabbed a pair of boxer briefs before he took a quick a shower and got into bed.
The moment that he laid down next to Sookie, she turned over and snuggled into his side throwing an arm and leg over him. He wrapped an arm around her as he relished the feel of her warmth spreading over him inside and out. It was a feeling he had forgotten.
“You’re back,” she murmured.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep,” Eric replied, kissing the top of her head.
Eric rose for the night with Sookie’s enhanced scent lingering in the room, but she was absent from his bed. He immediately used his renewed blood tie to make sure that she was safe and sound.
Sookie was safe and still downstairs and much to his delight moving toward him.
Eric sat up against the headboard and started to smooth his hair out like he was a teenage boy getting ready to meet a girl. He chuckled to himself and dropped his hands to the bed as he listened to Sookie enter in her code to enter.
Sookie stepped into the room with a smile on her face that he thought would never belong to him. She slowly waddled her way over to the bed before sitting next to him.
“Hi,” she said quietly.
“No need to be shy. Nothing’s changed… has it?” He asked nervously. Had she changed her mind? Was it all from the stress of last night?
“Nothing for me. I think we were both worried about the same thing,” she replied before looking down at her hands.
Placing his finger under her chin, Eric waited until their eyes met before he spoke.
“There’s nothing you can do that will ever make me stop wanting or loving you.”
He leaned in and was prepared to kiss her full pink lips, but wasn’t sure she was ready yet, so instead he kissed her forehead. Immediately feeling her disappointment, he smiled on the inside and did a little victory dance. Physical attraction had never been a problem with the two of them. It was always that Sookie had denied them both from doing what their bodies both wanted.
“I feel the same way,” she confessed. Eric could feel that she was telling the truth and only hoped that it was the case. There was a slight possibility that Pam hadn’t gotten rid of Sarah Newlin, and he didn’t think she’d be too understanding of the situation.
“I hate to rush you, but we need to leave for Fangtasia as soon the sun sets. We are meeting Pam, Willa, and my investigator. Willa will have a suitcase with some items that she was to pack up once we left last night. I’m going to get dressed and quickly scan the security footage. You are more than welcome to wear anything you find in my closet.”
While Eric checked over the footage after dressing as fast as only a vampire could, Sookie stood in the walk in closet that was as big as her bedroom. It only took a few seconds to realize that the only color in his wardrobe was black.
She grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that luckily had elastic at the bottom of each leg. She was thankful that she at least had her shoes. There was no way she could wear Eric’s and she didn’t want to go barefoot.
Once she was dressed in her temporary clothes for the night and had brushed her teeth and hair, Sookie set out to find her vampire.
Never in her wildest dreams did Sookie imagine that Eric Northman would be hers.
A smile spread upon her face when she caught sight of him sitting in front of a wall full of monitor’s as the day’s activity sped by.
“Anything?” she asked when she came up behind him.
“All clear as it should be. No one knows about this place but you and I, and I plan to keep it that way,” he responded and turned toward her.
Eric eyed her in his clothes, once more wondering how difficult it would be to convince her to at least sleep in one of his t-shirts. He shook his head to rid him of his thoughts. They had more important matters to deal with than him staking his claim while they were locked away for the foreseeable future.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, extending his hand out to her.
Without any hesitation Sookie placed her warm, small hand into his large, cold one.
“Ready whenever you are,” she smiled up at him.
They were almost to Fangtasia when Eric decided to address Sookie’s fidgeting and nervousness he felt through their tie. She obviously wasn’t going to mention whatever it was that was bothering her.
“We’ll be safe at Fangtasia and won’t stay gone long. If you’re not tired then maybe you’d like to watch a movie when we get back.”
“That would be great,” she replied, smiling. “We’ve never just hung out before. Well except when you had amnesia, but I wasn’t worried about being safe at Fangtasia. I’ve always known I was safe with you.”
“Then why are you so fidgety and nervous?” he asked, glancing over at her.
“It’s not a big deal. Really. Let’s focus on this meeting with your investigator.”
“Sookie,” he said with a sigh. He picked up her hand that was playing with the edge of her seat. “You can tell me anything. Anything. We have to be honest and unafraid to share ourselves with each other. I want you to be able to tell me anything, big or small.” He brought her hand up and brushed his lips against her knuckles.
“Tell me,” he softly implored her.
“I feel really stupid now. It’s not a big deal.” She noticed Eric give her a look that said he didn’t believe her. ”
“Honestly,” she laughed out. “Do you think it would be safe enough to go to the grocery store after we’re done at Fangtasia?”
“Is there something wrong with the food at the house?” he asked worried that she was hungry and had somehow not noticed.
“Well… It’s mostly canned food and when food has been in a can for too long, it starts to taste like… can. I need to be eating more natural foods. Fresh foods,” she replied before she started to bite on her bottom lip.
Eric let out a growl that filled the SUV, startling her.
“I’m sorry,” he gruffly stated, but one look over at Sookie had him soften his tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you and for not having better food. When I arranged for the food, I didn’t know if the house would ever be used and I wanted food that wouldn’t go bad. There weren’t such things as canned goods when I was human and I didn’t realize it would affect the taste, nor did I think you’d need to be eating healthy for your unborn child.”
Sookie reached over, placed her hand his shoulder, and then started to rub up and down his arm.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I don’t expect you to know about how I should eat or that the can would change the taste. You haven’t had to think about food for over a thousand years, I don’t expect you to start now.”
“I should…” Eric started, but Sookie cut him off.
“No, what you’ve done for me… what you had in place for me when you thought I’d moved on and was with someone else is beyond anything anyone’s ever done for me. I don’t think I can express how appreciative I am. You dropped everything to come to me last night and it’s more than I deserve with how I treated you in the past, and I promise you that I will never take you for granted again.”
Eric could feel the conviction in her words. He pulled her hand from his arm before he kissed her palm and put their then laced hands on her leg.
Smiling over at her, he replied, “I can feel it and even if you weren’t, I’d still do it again and again for you. I’ll always do everything in my power to keep you safe. But now that we’re going to be together, I’ll need to know these things. It’s my job as your mate.”
“Mate?” she questioned.
“Mate, companion,” he replied with a shrug. “When we bond, if you do choose to bond with me, it’s permanent. In the Supernatural community it would be the same as if we were married.”
“That’s big,” she gulped. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes, it is. I’m choosing you for the rest of our lives. It’s an important decision and one day soon I’ll tell you more about it. I think it’s something we should wait to do until after the baby’s born, if it’s what you choose.”
“It’s important to you,” she half-stated and half-questioned.