A/N:This is my first ever fanfic so please don't get hostile. :) This is just an Introduction of sorts so it's really short. Sorry. :( Anyway this story is set two weeks after DAG. Sookie realizes what she feels for Eric, but it seems they must fight fate for the chance to be together.
Also these characters belong to Charlaine Harris. I do not own them in any way. With that said I hope you enjoy.
Rated M for later chapters.
I woke up from a violent dream. I was being tortured. Tortured to no end. Then realization hit me. It wasn't just a dream. It was two weeks ago. It's weird how much your life can change in such a short amount of time. Amelia went to "visit'' her house in New Orleans. She says she doesn't blame me for Trey, but she forgets I can read her true thoughts. Bill was still healing though I have yet to visit him. Something I should really get around to doing considering I basically owed him my life. Then there was Eric. He came by the first couple of days to check up on me, but things between us are.....strained. Ever since that night, we just haven't been the same, but that's something I just don't want to think about right now. Sam's not going to let me come back to work anytime soon so that's all I have to do. Just sit around and think about things. Not today. Today I was getting out of the house.
After I had my coffee and bagel I was ready for my day. Walmart was first on my list. I had a few errands to run, and then I made my way to Tara's Togs. I hadn't seen Tara in awhile, and I didn't know exactly how she would act towards me. I held my breath as I walked in.
"Hey girl!" she gave me a gentle hug, and I immediately relaxed.
"I had to get of the house, and I haven't seen you in awhile so here I am."
"Well I'm glad to see ya." she gave me that Tara smile and added, ''I was just putting some things on clearance that are in your size." And that was it. We were Tara and Sookie again. A few new outfits and an hour later I was headed back home. Mentally I was thankful for this day, but physically I was regretting it. I pulled in as the sun was going down, and my thoughts returned to Eric. I knew I should be angry at him for not saving me, but he said he would explain. He told me I would understand ,and for some reason I believed him. I also missed him, but something was off with us. He was different around me. He was cautious and absent. Almost as if he couldn't look at me. What did I do? I mentally shook myself. I had to stop thinking of him.
I went inside and drew a bath. The most relaxing thing I could think of. Maybe not. As soon as I got in, I was flooded with thoughts. Thoughts of Bill and how he risked his life for me. Thoughts of Hunter and how his father probably thought I had blown them off. I would never see Niall again. Amelia hated me, and I couldn't blame her for that. Then thoughts of the things I had done with Eric in this same shower. Finally, for the first time in two weeks I cried. I cried for all those reasons and more. I was alone. I needed someone. I needed Eric. I wanted him here so bad it hurt, and that made me cry even harder.
I woke up in my bed. My eyes were all puffy from what I call sleep crying. I vaguely remembered being carried to bed. That couldn't be right because I.....The cool arm wrapped around me registered. I couldn't feel Eric through the bond so I froze. Who was in my room? My heart was pounding. I wanted to know, but I was scared to see. I squirmed to try and get out from under it, but it just tightened. OK Stackhouse get a grip! Woman up! Just turn and see who it is. I turned just enough to be met with those beautiful blue eyes. Then my two new favorite words were spoken.
"Hello Lover."
A/N: Yes I know it's way too short but the rest will be longer. This was just an introduction of sorts, but please review. Even if you didn't like it. Criticism is welcomed. The first real chapter will be up very soon. Thanks.