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Ok so this takes place right after Godric's death in Season two Episode 9 I will Rise Up. I need to be clear here I do not hate Bill so he wont be the psychotic villain here that he is in some fan fictions I actually sometimes like Bill *ducks as objects start flying* that being said I think he can be an over controlling judgmental boyfriend and no woman should be with him until he pulls his head out of his ass and realizes that the world has changed and the husband, boyfriend, father, etc. does not get to tell the woman what she will or will not due. I also have issues with the fact that when Bill says that Erics blood could cause her to have feelings for him she doesnt take a second to think about all the times she has had Bills blood. Really Sookie? Really? *shakes head at stupidity*I will therefore attempt to fix that here. In addition to being influenced by later episodes I will probably also embrace aspects from the books, in which Sookie ends up with Eric BECUASE THEY BELONG TOGETHER! Ok so now that I have gotten that rant off my chest let the fun begin. This is my first True Blood fan fiction so please be kind.


As I walk down the hallway wiping my tears away I pause in front of the door to the room I share with Bill. Abruptly I realize I don't want to go in. He may be waiting for me to come back and I don't think I can face his judgmental attitude, or worse his pity at my naivety and if he's dead for the day I don't think I could bear to be alone, not now. I glance down the hall at Eric's room and I am halfway there before I've consciously made the decision. The door has not been properly shut and I'm through it and closing the door securely behind me before I have time to second-guess myself.

"Sookie?"

My gaze is drawn to the dejected form on the bed. I walk towards him taking in his hunched over body, his hands are clasped before him and his head is downturned as though he cant quite summon the energy to lift it. I place my hand. I place my hand on his bare shoulder, "Yes?"

He looks up at me his tears have left bloody tracks down his face and chest, his voice cracks as he says, "Godric is gone."

"Yes," I say nodding sadly as I kneel on the bed beside him. I pick up his discarded shirt and attempted to clean up his face and chest. Realizing it's doing little good I drop the shirt and stand to go get a washcloth from the bathroom. His hand snaps out and grabs my wrist effectively stopping me.

"Please don't go."

If I didn't already know how deeply Godric's death had effected Eric that please would have done it. As it was hearing the unshakable Viking ask for something instead of demanding it freaked me out and almost broke my heart. I use my free hand to brush his hair back saying, "I'm just going to get a washcloth to clean you up, I'll be right back."

He nods releasing me and I hurry to the bathroom quickly returning with the damp washcloth to find him sitting further back on the bed so his back rests against the headboard. I sit beside him, facing him, and gently start to wipe the blood off of him. He swallows heavily his adam apples bobbing before meeting my eyes and asking, "Did he- Was it-?"

"It was very quick. I don't believe he suffered much. . It wasn't what I expected," I reply understand what he's trying to ask and I continue by saying, "He said he wanted to burn but it wasn't like what happened to Bill, when he went into the sunlight to try to save me. I mean he said it would be fast because he was so old but it was completely different. He was consumed by this beautiful blue, it was breathtaking."

He wipes away the tears that leak out as I recall Godric's last moments and you can hear the awe in his voice as he says, "You weep for him."

"Of course. I know I didn't know him all that well but what I did know was enough. I know he was good and kind, though I don't think he believed that. I know he tried to make amends, he tried to make a world where we could all coexists. I know he was so brave in his final moments. So yes I cry for him, I'm sad for what the world has lost in losing Godric, for what you have lost, I say dropping the washcloth on the nightstand and placing my hand on his cheek.

He leans into my touch closing his eyes and inhaling deeply through his nose. He opens his eyes meeting my gaze and lifting a hand to hold my own pressed against his cheek before saying, "Stay with me. I don't wish to be alone, not now. Not when I've lost my family again."

Not understanding what he's referring to but understanding the need to have something, to have someone, to hold onto I motion for him to slide over, I shift so I'm sitting next to him on the bed, and he slides down a bit so his head is level with my shoulders. I put my arm around him and start to run my fingers through his hair, knowing this always comforts me. As I feel the tension start to leave his body I remind him, "You still have Pam."

"I care deeply for my progeny and would do anything for her, as a maker should, but Godric came into my life at a time when I had nothing and he gave me everything. He was everything to me. He was more then my maker, more then my friend. He was my father, my brother, my son," he says turning his head to look at me. He moves in the scarce few inches and presses his lip to my own, when I don't pull away he deepens the kiss reaching up with one hand to cradle my face while the other slides behind my back and repositions us so I'm lying down on the bed with him above me.

When I feel his tongue tracing my bottom lip I push on his shoulders. He understands and pulls back gazing down at me the question clear in his deep blue eyes. I take a quivering breath and say, "Eric we cant. I cant. I'm with Bill. I love him."

"I understand," he says clearly not happy with this turn of events but surprises me when he continues by saying, "Just let me hold you, I just need- I need to feel something."

When I nod my acceptance he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close tucking me flush against his solid form. After a couple of minutes of comfortable science I say, "If someone had told me a couple days ago I would be lying in a bed with Eric Northman I would have called them 10 kinds of crazy."

When I receive no acknowledgement I realize he is dead for the day. Giving a sigh of pure contentment I close my eyes and succumb to my dreams.


My eyes flutter open as cool lips run light kisses along my collarbone. I run my hand up one of the strong arms gripping my waist. My fingers dig into his shoulder and my other hand twines into his hair as I arch into his kisses, which have traveled decidedly lower.

I feel his blunt teeth graze the swell of my breast as he laughs at my reaction. I gasp as his lips lightly graze my nipple and groan my displeasure as he pulls back. His eyes meet my own, full of mischief as he says, "Patience lover."

Realizing we're both naked I ask, "Is this a dream?"

"Does it matter," he asks his hand sliding across my hip and down to come to a rest on top of the warm wet juncture between my thighs. He slides one finger into me and swallows my gasp with a deep open mouthed kiss before saying, "You want this."

"Yes," I moan as he starts pumping his finger in and out of me.

"You want me," he growls a second finger joining the first followed quickly by the third.

"Yes, God yes," I gasp. As I near the edge of what I'm sure will be one of the best orgasms of my life he removes his hand. However before I can voice my protests he pulls my leg over his hip and thrusts into me, filling me and thereby pushing me over the edge.

As I come back down Eric picks up his pace and his fangs click down as he says, "You are mine Sookie."

"Eric," I moan pulling him closer so his chest is pressed tightly against my own.

His mouth smashes into my own in a bruising kiss as he rocks against me demanding, "Say it Sookie. Tell me your mine."

"Yours Eric only yours," I gasp before raining fevered kisses along his jaw and neck.

"Yes," he hisses flipping so I am the one on top and slips his hand between us to rub my clit.

"Eric," I scream in release.


My eyes snap open and I hear a familiar voice chuckle while asking, "Dreaming of me Sookie?"

I jerk into sitting position to find myself straddling Eric my dress up around my waist the obvious evidence of his arousal pressing against me through his pants. Before I can process this, the door splinters from its frame and I'm roughly pulled off of Eric. Faster then I can blink I'm across the room behind Bill who is slightly crouched in front of me with his fangs out.

"Bill," I question.

He ignores me, and growls at Eric, "Sookie is mine."

"Bill what are you doing," I demand to know.

"Yes Bill what is your problem," Eric asks slowly rising from the bed.

"I heard her scream," Bill yells at Eric.

"It was one of pleasure I assure you," Eric says reaching into the closet and pulling out a clean shirt to put on, his back to us.

"What," Bill asks slowly straightening.

"See or rather smell for yourself," Eric says turning to look at us ad gesturing to a decidedly damp area on his pants that is quite obviously not from him.

"Sookie," Bill questions turning to look at me, hurt obvious on his face.

My face burns with the intensity of my blush as I stammer my reply, "I-I was asleep. I was having one of those- those dreams."

"You took advantage of her," Bill accuses Eric pulling me into his side.

"Wait a minute Bill," I say not liking where this is headed.

"If anyone was taken advantage of it was clearly me," Eric says attempting to look innocent, and failing, after all this is Eric we're talking about and he continues by saying, "I woke for the night to find your human straddling me, moaning, and rubbing herself against me. I never thought of you as cruel Sookie but taking your pleasure from someone and offering none in return? Clearly I've underestimated you Miss Stackhouse."

"That is enough Eric," Bills snaps before saying, "Do not blame her for the results of your actions."

"Come now Bill don't pretend ignorance," Eric says stalking (because really how else can you describe it) closer to us.

"What are you talking about," I ask.

"Bills knows very well that a couple of drops of blood, even blood as powerful as mine, is not enough to cause the dreams unless some form of attraction already exists," Eric says, talking only to me and completely ignoring Bill, "It would take much more than that to cause them."

"Eric," Bill says warning clear in his voice. His hold on me loosens and I step out of his arms.

"That's not what you told me," I say to Bill starting to get a little worried, "You told me that it would cause dreams, and it might even cause me to feel attraction towards him."

"Bill you really should be more confident in your relationship. He knew that the amount of blood you ingested would cause all your subconscious feelings regarding me to come to the surface. He was clearly worried that they would be much friendlier than before, and he was right," Eric says a smug smirk firmly in place, "To manifest attraction out of nothing you would need to drink decidedly more."

"How much more," I ask ignoring Bill who has just grabbed my hand.

"Well there is no set amount but a believe a good comparison would be the amount needed to bring you back to life from the very brink of death," Eric says starting to frown, "Much more then you took from Bill when that creature attacked you in the woods."

I yank my hand out of Bills grasp and ask, "So if I was beaten, bleeding, broken, and paralyzed, seconds from death, and I drank enough to be completely healed? Would that be enough to do what you're talking about?"

"Yes more than likely but it would really depend on how much the vampire gave you in the that situation most vampires would give just enough to stop death. They wouldn't completely heal you unless it was their intent to influence your emotions in their favor," Eric says looking decidedly confused until he takes in Bill's guilty expression then he growls, "When?"

"The second night I knew him," I say my shock clear in my voice.

"Sookie," Bill pleads.

He didn't get to say anymore as the next second the room is filled with an inhuman roar and a crash as I realize that Eric has thrown Bill through the wall.


So what did you think? Is it worth continueing? Please review and let me know. Any question or input are more then welcome and I will happily respond to all.