She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not Chapter 1, a true blood fanfic

This story begins during the rooftop scene with Godric meeting the sun. Let me know if I should continue…

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Seeing Eric on his knees, begging Godric not to go, touched me in a way I can't describe. I never doubted that Eric was a heartless, conniving bastard, but seeing him weep over his maker proved to me that it has all just been an act. There is love in him. My heart ached for him as Godric commanded him to go inside, out of the sun.

After the sun rose, I went back in to the hotel. Bill was already dead for the day, so I ran myself a hot bath and slipped in. The stinging heat began relaxing away my tension, but I still felt an overwhelming sadness and sense of loss. I guess it's because of the events over the past few days since there had been so many lives lost.

I dozed off in the steamy water and began to dream. I drifted into a room and saw a figure lying on the bed. I immediately knew it was Eric, though I couldn't see his face. He was curled up in a an almost fetal position, and was he clutching a pillow?

He is gone; I can feel it. This lose is too great. How can I bare it? I would give anything to have her arms around me now. She is so gentle, so empathic. Even in her rage, she took pity on me and stood with him. In my 1000 years never have I sought comfort, and from a human? What is happening to me?

His thoughts were so pitiful. I seemed to drift towards him and found myself kneeling next to him on the bed. He was in so much pain that I instinctively wanted to comfort him. Bloody tears began falling from his eyes and my heart ached again. I reached my hand to his face and wiped away his tears. He looked up at me like a frightened child does after a nightmare. I sat back against the headboard and laid his head in my lap. I gently brushed through his hair with my fingers. His hair felt like fine silk. A song Gran use to sing to when after I'd had a nightmare played in my head and began to whisper the old lullaby:

Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight

With lilies o'er spread is baby's wee bed

Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed

Lullaby and good night, thy mother's delight

Bright angels beside my darling abide

They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast

Sleepyhead, close your eyes, mother's right here beside you.

I'll protect you from harm, you will wake in my arms.

Guardian angels are near, so sleep on, with no fear.

Lullaby, and sleep tight, hush! My darling is sleeping,

On his sheets white as cream, with his head full of dreams.

When the sky's bright with dawn, he will wake in the morning.

When noontide warms the world, he will frolic in the sun.

I sang it over and over until his pain was quieted enough for sleep to take him under. I slowly slid from under his head and off the bed. I covered him gingerly with a blanket and to my surprise, kissed his forehead.

I gasped at myself and jumped, sloshing water all over the bathroom. "What a strange dream," I thought. I'm obviously just feeling sorry for him because I know what it's like to lose someone you love, even if you are an almost heartless, conniving bastard.

The water was freezing, so I hopped out and dried off. After brushing out my hair and slipping on a nightgown, I crawled under the blankets next to Bill.

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I woke up about an hour before sunset and I was starving. I threw on some jeans and a tank top, and brushed my hair into a quick ponytail. I grabbed my keycard and headed out the door to the hotel lobby in search of a restaurant, smack into a 1000 year old Viking.

"What the hell, Eric?" I gasped.

"I apologize for startling you. I was coming to speak with you, before Bill rises. I was about to knock when you came rushing out." He said solemnly.

"No! I mean what the hell are you doing up before sunset?" He just looked at me with a blank face and said, "I am very old and this hotel is light-tight. As long as the sun is blocked, I can rise early."

Well there's something I didn't know, but back to the situation at hand. "We don't have anything to talk about! You flat out lied to me to get me to drink your blood. I don't know what kind of connection you think we are going to have, but as far as I'm concerned, you can go to HELL!"

My tirade didn't seem to make the impression I'd hope for. Eric just stood there with that blank expression. After a moment of silence, I decided I'd had enough and started to push past him. He grabbed my hand and I spun around fuming. He took a step back and looked at me with pained eyes.

"I wanted to…to thank you, for taking pity on me, and for standing with Godric." Oh my goodness, isn't that what he was thinking in my dream? "It eased my pain knowing he was not alone. In my 1000 years never, has a human brought me such comfort." Okay, now I'm totally freaking out. "There is no way I could repay you for this kindness…I am in your debt. Name anything and it will be yours."

My mouth was agape. Did Eric just say thank you? Did he just use the words pity and pain like he knew what they meant? Did he just offer me anything I wanted? It wasn't the exact thoughts from my dream, but it was close enough to make me angry, and terrified!

"I didn't do it for you. Godric saved my life, but if you really want to repay me, you can release me from this bond thing you tricked me into." It seemed like a reasonable exchange to me, but Eric looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Sookie, your request is not within my power." I could tell it pained him to admit it. "But while I cannot break a blood bond, I can promise that I will not use it to influence you." He looked like someone had just told him his dog died.

"I don't want you to be able to feel me, to know where I am." I hissed. "It will be like having an invisible stalker that can invade my dreams."

"Sookie, I bonded with you because I doubt Bills ability to keep you safe. This way, I too will know if you are in danger. As for invading your dreams, I would have to say, I'm flattered."

"Flattered? You're doing this to me! How can you feel flattered to be forcing yourself into my mind? I screamed. Eric was beaming. He leaned in to me.

"I am flattered, lover, because I do not have the power to invade your dreams" he whispered.

"So you want me to believe your little trick had nothing to do with you counting on me becoming sexually attracted to you?"

"It is no secret that I desire you. It is also no secret that you desire me" he said with a smirk. Oh, hell no he didn't!

"How dare you assume that I want you!" I screeched.

"It is not an assumption. You forget, Sookie. Vampires have a heightened sense of smell and I can smell your arousal heighten when I am near you."

I was horrified. There was no way I was going to let him think I was attracted to him; at least not now! "Maybe your presence makes me want to fuck Bill even more. Maybe I look at you and am so repulsed that it makes me dripping wet for him!" That'll show that big, dumb…Or not. His lips were crushing mine before I could even finish my thought. And to my dismay, my body responded. I gasped and then my stupid throat let out a tiny moan of pleasure. Oh god, he was such a good kisser. Eric pulled back and looked over my shoulder. His smirk was a full-blown smile. "I feel sorry for you Bill. She smells like she is going to rip you apart."

Eric turned us to the side and all I could do was stand there, staring at Bill, with one hand in Eric's and the other sliding down his chest. How did that get there? Bill growled a vicious growl and slammed the door in my face.