Author's Note!

This is my very first submission, but definitely NOT my first fan fiction. Read and review, send me your love!

Characters aren't mine, I just like to play with them.

Chapter One

It all happened so fast. Too fast for my mostly human eyes to see. Then, as soon as I saw him, everything slowed down. No longer functioning reasonably, I did the only thing I could and ran to his side, screaming his name.

"ERIC!"

When I reached him, I could see the damage that had been done. It seemed like his body was barely hanging together, with thousands of claw marks marring every inch of him except his face. Only a few gashes were visible on his beautiful face, but I knew that even the Viking couldn't survive this kind of damage.

"Oh God, Eric," I whispered, tears forcing their way out of my eyes, "please, don't leave me here alone!"

He managed to open his eyes and look up at me with a slight smile. He lifted one ravaged arm and stroked my cheek, trying to soothe me. In our fifteen years together, I had only seen him cry once, when Godric decided to meet the sun. Now, there was a single red tear falling down his face. Struggling to form words, he spoke to me in a weak voice.

"I am sorry, lover. Know that I love you, and do not wish to leave you. Make sure the children remember their father, and please take care of Pam for me."

And with that, he was gone. In the place of the most powerful, stubborn, clever, and loving man I had ever met was a puddle of bloody slime. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Pam running towards me, her face covered in bloody tears.

"No," I spoke aloud to no one, "this will not happen!"

Everything came to a stand still. I looked around to see everything and everyone frozen in time. Then, time was rewinding itself. I was still kneeling on the floor, but I could see myself running backwards away from where Eric fell. I saw who did this to Eric, and I saw what we had miscalculated.

As if in a trance, I said, "Further."

Everything was rewinding even faster now, all the way back to when the day I had walked into Fangtasia and first beheld Eric. Time started to slow down.

Struck with some of the cleverness that had rubbed off on me from Eric, I concentrated even harder and whispered, "Back to the beginning."

Since this was my magic, it knew what I meant. I went all the way back, a little over one thousand years ago, to the moment Eric was born as a human. I paused for a moment, struck by the sight of Eric as an infant and laughed to myself when I noticed that he was a very large baby.

Refocusing on my task, I forwarded time until Eric was about sixteen years of age. He was sleeping in a field, and I took the chance to touch his forehead. He flinched, but did not awake. I smiled to myself, hoping that this plan would work. I went forward again, to the day that Eric buried his wife and youngest child. Looking at him, I knew he was wrecked with grief. Summoning more magic to my aid, I touched his forehead again, longer this time, and saw him take in what I had implanted in his mind.

I forwarded time many times, and each time implanting a different memory of us in the future. I could feel my body and mind giving up on me, and I knew that I had to reach my destination soon. Everything was slowing down again, and I was only a few years away from where I needed to be. Then, with a sudden impact, I felt I was being vacuumed out of myself and was hurdling toward a younger version of me, who was sun bathing in the yard of my house. That was when everything went black.