This story leaves off from season four, the second episode. Hope you all enjoy.
Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball own.
Sookie tapped her foot impatiently as she braced herself back against the wooden desk. She'd been waiting about fifteen minutes and now glancing at the wall clock that was designed in it regular fangtasia décor, it had bypassed to a half hour.
All Sookie had wanted when she came back was a normal pace of life. Like it used to be.
Since returning she decided to keep civil with the vampires, but never having anything to do with them.
To her utter dismay that didn't turn out the way she'd wanted to. Thanks to a certain arrogant blonde vampire.
With a sigh Sookie looked across her shoulder and suddenly an idea struck her. Perhaps the deeds to the house and keys were in the desk drawers.
Feeling a slight rose of hope, Sookie went behind the desk and opened every drawer she could find.
Nothing except a light tight safe box tucked in the furthest bottom.
Narrowing her eyes in concentration Sookie tried to find some way to break the safe.
Futile attempt.
"Quite rude to invade somebody's personal stuff, don't you think?." Came a smooth voice that laced full confidence behind Sookie. She heard the door slam shut and turned around sharply.
"Sounds quite familiar doesn't it?. Only returning the favor." She bit out.
Though he appeared to look disliking Eric couldn't help the perverse satisfaction at how straight forward she was. "Eric enough of this. I came here to retrieve my house keys."
"Shouldn't they be inside your purse?. If you've lost them I can manage to make a new pair for you."
Sookie glared daggers. Then carelessly tossed the safe box back inside the desk drawer.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about."
Eric gave a look of feign innocence. "Hmm. Be more specific."
Sookie was trying mighty hard to be levelheaded with this erratic situation but the hardheaded Viking was making it difficult.
The way her body grew taut with frustration and how her face switched motions made it be known she was trying to gain control. Oh how he missed teasing, envoking the inner fire that is so naturally hers.
"Eric," Sookie paused then took a deep breath and stood directly face to face with the vampire.
I've lived in that household since I was a small child. So please, hand over my home rightfully back to me. I'll even take my mortgage out-"
"Money is not what I'm interested in."
Sookie shook her head and gave a look of disgust. Before she could say anything more Eric said the obvious he mentioned the night before. "Become mine. For your sake." His eyes became more clearer and alluringly startling than before.
His tall broad frame becoming more overwhelming so suddenly. Sookie felt her throat go dry.
"Yeah for my sake. Don't think so. I'm not daring to be yours Eric."
"You'd be a fool not to." He said sternly. His fangs aching to snap out at the woman who keeps denying herself and him unconsciously. Sookie held back a retort and tried her best on holding the fierce gaze they've made known as their private staredown.
"Fool?. What a laugh Eric!. Look at what I endured by being involved with you all. Almost gotten killed numerous times. And you're saying become mine for safety keeping."
Eric's face came a bit more closer. His features searching for gain of control as his posture rippled with the heat of restraint. Though her words rang true and wise, he still couldn't risk of her well being jeopardized somehow.
No of her sliding through his fingers she'd so mysteriously done in the year of her absence. Eric decided she wouldn't manage to ignore him as she desperately wanted to. So buying her property wasn't entirely due to other ordinary circumstances. The other part was clinging onto the household as if it was Sookie herself.
Owning her childhood home and being able to cross the threshold gave him some sort of comfort. But considering what she'd gone through would she ever believe any of that if he told her?. Looking at her deep brown hues he doubted it.
When he didn't respond, Sookie continued to glare then with a sigh she lowered her gaze. "All I wanted was to come back home and start anew normally."
"But you're not normal."
"Damnit Eric let me try!. I want my own life. Free of all the chaotic."
"Impossible."
He wasn't about to let up-at all.
"Eric. . Do you remember saying to me not to get in your way?."
The Viking simply blinked. "You think I'm in the way by owning your home repairing it, when some stranger could have it right now and never letting you retrieve it?."
Sookie let out a growl of annoyance and frustration as she gave a light raise of her hands as if saying throwing in the towel. "What is the difference?. The one that has it now won't give it back. No matter what I offer."
Eric took a menacing step forward. Never breaking eye contact. He invaded her personal space as he infamously done. "Simple. Become mine." His eyes shone brightly, almost viewing an endless turbulent sea of an ancient time. Then Sookie knew. The vampire was trying to glamour!. Sookie clenched her teeth. How desperate could one Viking be?.
"That's it. I'm leaving." She spat walking away. "I'll use every and any resource I can grab to rid me of this predictament." She said as she opened the door.
"Try all you like. Expect me home later." Eric's amused tone called out.
Sookie muttered a curse as she slammed the office door shut.
Slipping into her pink colored over sized tweety bird shirt, Sookie got into bed and tried to force sleep overtake her quick as possible.
Unfortunately as minutes ticked by no such thing threatened to overcome.
Sighing Sookie gave a glance at her alarm clock by her bedside table and found it was late midnight and still no shuteye.
Getting back from fangtasia, she quickly ate a meal and showered then straight to bed. She had no doubt Eric would stay true to word about coming over. And so she thought the best way to ignore was to sleep till morning made itself known.
Perhaps he changed his mind. Maybe he had other important business to intend to. What a relief if that really was true.
Swishing her tongue around her dry mouth, Sookie felt like taking a drink and maybe a tidbit of a snack. Trotting downstairs Sookie carefully made her way into the kitchen and grabbed some milk and a sweet tiny midnight snack.
As Sookie went into the living room and made herself comfortable upon the plush sofa, it seemed as though the milk had only seemed to ease her nerves. But for what exactly?.
With a look of resignation Sookie set her empty glass on the wooden table and read a book.
By the time she reached the tenth chapter her eyelids began to grow heavy then drooped to blissful unconscious state. A brief shot of air goosbumped through Sookie's bare arms. Making her moan in slight protest and squirm further into the warmth of the couch.
No warmth.
Then a sudden rush of a mattress was pressed beneath her. Then something settling over her front. Warmth and comfortable. With a sigh of contentment Sookie reveled in the sensation and never batted an eye once.
So lost to the unconscious state, she didn't even feel the light press fingertips cross her face.
"Sleep well Sookie."