She sat in her car for what seemed like an eternity. She honestly had no idea how much time had passed since she closed the door behind her to that tiny house.

"He can't take this on alone", she thought helplessly. "He is too young, too innocent to even understand what his life is going to be like". Her mind was racing with useless thoughts.

The pain that she felt as a child was fresh in her mind. The fear that she felt from her mother and father , that they could not help her, that they would never understand her handicap. All of these wounds and the emptiness that had been her life was now right in front of her.

The discovery of this child, her family, her cousin's son, another human that would someday know just how cruel and inhuman the world could actually be, had set off a flow of emotions that had been held back for far too long.

At first one stray tear streamed down her cheek. Her blue eye's blazed and the bright whites turned red as they filled with tears. As usual, she tried to be her strong and composed self. One stray tear for the child that had so much to learn.

She caught herself looking in the rear view mirror as that one tear rolled down her face. She felt a pain in her heart that simply ached. This pain was a different kind of pain. It was not that of a child and what was to become, it was the heartfelt pain of a lover lost.

Her wide, blue eye's squeezed shut trying to block out the memory of what she had lost. The moment she tried to block it all out the remaining tears flooded her eye's. She could not control the sobbing that had begun. She gasped for air as she wiped at her face. Her body hurt, her eye's swelled, her mind raced.

The sun had set for the day and she began to drive home. Through blurred vision she drove the familiar roads.

"So what if he remembers?", She was being childish. "What will that solve? Nothing, all it will do is make him see that we were once happy. We were able to just...be." This was not making her feel better at all.

"Bill and I were happy once, look how that turned out. Bastard, everyone of them!" Her voice was trembling because she knew she was terrified. Eric remembered their time together. He remembered the moments they shared, the talks they had, the body they hid, the love they made.

He remembered how she took him in, cared for him, kept him safe, protected him.

"What did he do for me?", she fumed. "Besides the amazing sex, what? He left me. He left my house, he left my bed, he left my life, he left me, without even a memory". She was raging and it was exactly what she needed. She needed to get this poison out of her system. She needed to have this weight removed from her shoulders.

"He had the nerve to blackmail me into telling him about us and still, nothing!", she was seething at this point. "Then he needed to hurt me more, he needed to show me how alone I really am. He made Bill tell me why he came here, he showed me who he really was. Heartless Bastard!", she yelled. "Of course he's heartless, he's dead". She actually laughed for a moment, but it was a dangerous laugh.

She needed to vent, she needed to yell, she needed to admit she was hurting. And she was doing it, so what if she was alone in her car and driving. "What the people driving by her must be thinking?" she thought "Oh wait, I know that their thinking." She smiled finally.

She thought that she had been "alone" in her venting. Miles away in Shreveport sat Eric. He had arrived at his bar moments before and he sat motionless in his office. He looked like pure pain. His blood was in Sookie, her blood was in him. He could feel her torment, he could feel her pain, he knew she was crying, he knew the reason why.

Over the past few weeks he had thought long and hard about the memories he had regained. More times that not he found himself angry, but he did not know why he was so angry. Was he angry at her? Was he angry at himself? Was he angry at the witches? Was he angry at Bill just to be angry with him? The easiest answer was simply, yes.

His stone white face was as usual, unreadable. His eye's were so focused, but on what he did not know. He simply stared ahead of him, his massive hands gripping the arms of his enormous black, leather office chair.

"I can't help her, she will not allow it." He spoke softly to himself. "I have hurt her, she is in pain." His voice was cold and it was low, as if he was scolding himself. It was at that moment he knew he needed to make things right, he needed to help ease the pain. Not just for her, but for him as well. They we after all Blood Bonded. After Sookie had his blood in Rhodes it was inevitable, they were permanently tied. What a fine pair they made. The 1000 year old Vampire Master, and the 27 year old Southern Telepath. He couldn't control her, not with threats, not with Glamour, not even with his blood. Tonight was not going to be a good night a Fangtasia. The air was heavy, it was tense. Once again his employee's would have to suffer through a night of his unstable mood swings. This was getting old.