I just stood there for a few minutes. I couldn’t believe that Godric was gone. Then I remembered Eric and my heart broke again thinking about watching him beg Godric to live. I had always believed that Mr. Big Bad Vampire Sheriff had no feelings, but tonight I saw him without his mask. He was a big faker, just as I had told him in my dream.

As I headed back downstairs, I couldn’t stop thinking about Eric and how heartbroken he must have been without his Maker. I felt as if I needed to go and see him, to make sure he was going to be okay or at least as okay as a vampire could be after their maker had died. I knew Bill would not be very happy about it, but everyone deserved to have someone there to care for them when someone so special to them died.

As I approached his door, I could see that it wasn’t closed all the way. The Eric Northman I knew always had his instincts and guard up. He must have been really distraught if he had left his door open.


I pushed the door open and, at first, I couldn’t see anything. I quietly closed his door and slowly kept walking into his room. When I reached the bedroom, I could see Eric sitting with his shoulders hunched over, his head down, and his arms on his legs. The closer I got I could see a small puddle of blood on the carpet. I walked in front of Eric’s form and noticed that he was shaking.


He slowly raised his head up. His face was streaked with blood tears that had run all over his face and neck. I had never seen a vampire look more vulnerable than Eric did right then. I knew that nothing would ever be the same between us again.


“He’s gone,” Eric said as more tears fell down his face. I leaned down and kissed first his right cheek, and then his left. Eric just looked at me as if he thought he was dreaming. I moved closer to him and hugged his head to my body for a few moments.


I stepped back from him and walked into the bathroom. I found a washcloth and got it as hot as I could and still was able to hold it, and then wrung it out.

I walked back into the bedroom and saw Eric with his head hung down, but as soon as I was back in front of him, again he lifted his head. I sat down on the bed next to him.

“Turn and look at me.” He slowly turned his body to me and had the most confused look on his face. I lifted up the washcloth and started wiping the tears from his face and neck. Once I was all done, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. I took his shirt and the washcloth back into the bathroom and put them in some cold water to soak.

“Eric, you really should rest.”

“I know, I just can’t…” I didn’t know what to do. How do you make a 1000-year-old vampire who had just lost his Maker go to sleep?

“Sookie…” He looked up at me. “Would you … stay here… with me…till I fall asleep?” How could you say no to that? Every time I looked at him, my heart ached to see him in so much pain.

“Of course, come on. Let’s get you laid down.”

I watched while Eric stood up and went to the other side of the bed, sat down and took off his boots. Then he just lay down on his back. I took off my shoes and lay down on my side of the bed, and then I turned over on my side and faced him. Sensing that I’d turned over Eric turned on his side to face me. We just looked at each other for a couple of minutes, and then he stretched out his arm and put his hand out, palm up. I took one of my small hands and put it into his larger one, and with my other hand I started running my fingers through his hair. Once I started running my fingers through his hair, Eric got the oddest expression on his face and I couldn’t quite figure it out. Was it affection? I fell asleep holding hands with a 1000-year-old Viking vampire.


I woke up, and it was pitch dark in the room. I tried to figure out where I was and remembered I fell asleep in Eric’s room. I found my way into the bathroom and took care of my business. I left the light on and walked over to the bed to look at Eric. It amazed me that he looked so peaceful and angelic while he was sleeping. Ha, Eric Northman angelic!

I looked around to see if I could figure out what time it was, but I guess vampires didn’t need alarm clocks. I didn’t see Eric’s phone, so I couldn’t check it either. I needed to get back to my room before the sun set, and Bill woke up. I decided to leave Eric a note telling him that I would come back tonight just a little after sunset.

I had just finished drying off from my shower when Bill walked into the bathroom.

“Where were you this morning? I fought the pull of the sun for a full 5 minutes waiting for you and you didn’t show up,” Bill said as he stood at the door with his arm crossed over his chest.

“I went to see Eric after Godric met the sun.” Bill looked furious. I had never seen him this angry before.

“Why did you go see Eric Northman? You hate him! Did you not remember that he tricked you into drinking his blood?”

“Of course, I remember! It was just the other night! I went to see him because his Maker had just died and he was upset.”

“Eric Northman does not get upset. He is a cold, ruthless, manipulative vampire who has no feelings.”

“He has feelings, Bill! I saw him up on the rooftop with Godric, and I saw how upset he was!”

“Sookie, it was all just an act! Don’t let him fool you!”

“He was not fooling me, Bill! I knew what I was doing.” I could not believe Bill was acting this way. I stormed out of the bathroom and grabbed a sundress out of my suitcase to wear.

“Where is it that you think you might be going?” Bill asked.

“I thought I would check up on Eric. I told him I would come back after sunset to check up on him.”

“I cannot believe you would fall for his games. ERIC NORTHMAN HAS NO FEELINGS! HE IS A THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD VAMPIRE!”

“Why couldn’t he have feelings, Bill? You’re a vampire. Do you not have feelings?” I put on my flip-flops, grabbed my purse, and threw in my phone and room key. “Bill, I was just trying to be a good person and be there for someone when they were in need. There’s no need to act like this.” Bill looked as if he was ready to explode. I couldn’t believe he was so mad. I knew he hated Eric, but I thought Bill would have had some compassion for the situation. Maybe if it had been anyone but Eric…

“How long were you planning to stay? Bill asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Well, I will not be here when you return. I’m going to go get my dinner.”

I couldn’t believe he had just said that to me. Did he not know how much he had hurt me? To have told me that he was going to go feed? I felt the tears start to prick in my eyes, and I didn’t want to let him see me upset. I knew he was just doing it to hurt me. I walked right past him without saying a word.

I walked across the hall to Eric’s room and knocked on the door. I couldn’t believe Bill! I had to calm down. I didn’t want to cry in front of Eric either. Just as I finished wiping my eyes, the door opened. Standing there was Eric Northman looking as gorgeous as ever wearing black jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt with his black boots on. He had a towel in his hand, and his hair was still wet. Why was this Viking so hot?

“Miss Stackhouse, please come in.” He had his trademark smirk on his face.

“Thank you,” I replied.









  1. Re-reading this story on your blog. I am not sure if I read all of it the first time around or not. Now since I am laid off from work, I thought this would cheer me up.

  2. Consisting Murphy kept Directing me here, I figured I may as well read this lovely story 🙂

    Methinks bill is a nob.

    So sweet Eric. Glad Sookie stayed.

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