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Forgiveness, Prologue
Dedication: This is for the lovely ladies at Sookieverse, thanks for all the love and encouragement, this is for y'all.
Forgive me.
Every sigh she made, every toss of her golden locks, every moan she emitted hardened his heart and made him doubt himself all at once.
Her head was thrown back, her neck bared, and normally this sight enthralled him, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to-needed to-see her eyes, lit up with life, the ecstasy, the joy, the love… for one last time.
Forgive me.
He slid into her again, tenderly, very unlike their usual couplings, and he can tell she is confused, impatient. What he doesn't tell her, what he can't tell her, is how much he has longed to make love to her like this, slow and sweet. Worship her like the goddess she was, like she deserved to be. He should have told her then.
Forgive me.
"What?" She moaned, lost in the sensations he was giving her, as he passed his lips gently over each beautiful breast.
He froze. He had not realized he had spoken aloud. This woman, this little girl compared to his many years on this planet unhinged him like no others before her.
She looked up at him with her angelic eyes, so loving and trusting. He should have told her then, but it was so much easier to shift into his façade, and heft a smirk onto his face, though he felt the effort would kill him. "Forgive me, for when I am done with you lover, you will no longer be able to walk tomorrow."
She moaned deeply at his words, a flush covering her whole body as she raised her hips to grind against his. He would miss her redness. He drifted her nose across her flawless skin; he would miss smelling the sunshine on her.
Forgive me. Forgive me for being too weak, for being too much of a coward, my love, forgive me. Forgive me for not being able to let you go, for being too weak to go on without you. Forgive me for rather going another thousand years with you angry at me, than for living another thousand years alone, after you entered my life.
As she reached her climax, nails ripping across his back, he spoke the words that would doom them both, reveling in the pain. "Pamela, you may come in now."
He watched, as below him, pinned by him, unable to move, unwanting to move in her post-coital bliss, her eyes shot open, confused.
"Eric, what's going on?"
A/N: So there you have it, my very first SVM story! I know, right now this sounds more than a little vague, but bear with me, there is a rhyme to my reason, and all will be explained in the coming chapters. I'm not expecting this to be a long story, probably anywhere from four to eight chapters, depends on how it plays out. Thanks for reading!