Eric POV
I left my house to go to the morgue as soon as the sun had gone down. I couldn't believe the unthinkable had happened. My Sookie had been killed. Even though we never really talked things through about our relationship and we never got back together after I had got my memories back. We both knew deep down inside that we cared for each other and would do anything to save each others lives.
Sookie's death is the most popular piece of news at the moment, it was on the radio, on the TV and in the newspapers. Sookie had died by a "car accident". Her car was found over turned about 3 miles away from Bon Temps. The reports said that there was a lot of blood shed and a lot of broken bones. There was pictures of her overturned yellow Nova on the TV. When I seen these pictures I just broke down crying. Luckily it was daytime and no-one was in my house.
I had awoke to the drastic pain that was coming from the bond. The pain lasted for about an hour then suddenly it just stopped. It didn't fade out, just excruciating pain one moment and then a blank hole the next. I called my day-man (Bobby Burnham) to go over to Sookie's house and see if she was there. About half an hour after I had called him, he called me back saying that he had found her car over turned on the side of the road. The road wasn't very popular so no-one had rung the police or ambulance to inform them.
By time I had remembered the terrible events of the day I had arrived at the morgue. I went through the sliding doors at a slow pace; knowing that this was the last time I would be able to see Sookie again. Just that thought alone made me want to meet the sun.
In the waiting room there was Jason, he was zoned out and looked like he had been dragged through the hedge backwards. When I came to sit by him, he mumbled a small hello and then went back to pointlessly staring at the ground.
There was a TV in the corner of the room that was switched on. I tried my best to not glance at the screen, but when they said Sookie's name I couldn't help but. On the television screen was a beautiful picture that looked only about a year old. She was out in the sun with Tara by her side. Beautiful sight that I never had the chance to see and never would. Slowly a blood tear sliding down my face.
Jason was openly crying at the news statement and the picture. I had no idea what to do in this kind of situation. So I just let him cry out the love of his sister and her loss.
Sookie POV
I was on my way to see Claudine in one of Shreveport's strip malls when the accident happened. I was driving alone happily when I heard the mind's of were's in the car behind me. I didn't really panic because there minds didn't really have any nasty thoughts or emotions in. There was mainly just happy thoughts. That was until I suddenly heard one of their minds shout "kill". Panic overtook me and I immediately speed up. One thing about being with vampires a lot of the time is that you learn not to sit around and wait for your enemy to come to you. You run (or in this case drive) as fast as you can away from them and never look back. I thought that I was far enough ahead of them, so I started to slow down. Only about a minute later did I regret my decision when their land rover was speeding into my bumper. Screaming I held onto the steering wheel at arm's length to try and push myself back into my seat. The car rolled over once, twice, three times before I came to a sudden stop, my seat belt had came apart somewhere during the course of the accident, so I feel through the smashed glass of the front window. I only just remember land with a heavy bang on the ground before I was encased in darkness. Only the bond slowly fading in the background and the thumping pain in my head to remind me that I was still possibly alive.
But that didn't last for long.
Eric POV
About 15 minutes after I had arrived at the morgue, the receptionist had told us that we could head on to the back to make sure that it was her that had really died. Those words were not spoken but you could tell that was the underlying message.
Walking as slowly as I could to where she was, I thought about all that I wanted to say to her, but now will never have the chance to. I thought about how much I loved her, even though I was too chicken shit to admit it, I'm sure she knew that I did really. Though the bond I could tell that Sookie felt the same as I did, maybe even more, which seemed nearly impossible considering how I would do anything that she wanted and I would never want anything from her in return. I never knew, until now, how much I wanted to tell all of my feelings and show her just exactly what I felt for her. I would never be able to see her perfect smile when I wake up. I would never be able to touch her again with her body still being warm and soft next to mine.
We had reached the room where her body was under a flimsy sheet, covering her soft curves. Looking at her made me tear up, red tears where running down my face. How could anyone hurt such a fragile and sweet being like Sookie? The attendant in the room pulled the cover down to her neck, showing a very bruised face with cuts and dried blood all over it. I went over to her side and started whispering the words that I should of said a long time ago over and over again. "I love you". I kept repeating them, hoping that if I kept saying them that Sookie would suddenly wake up, stare into my eyes and tell me she felt the same. Hopefully that would lead to us getting out of the morgue and go to my house(which wasn't far from here) to make sweet love.
Sookie POV
I woke up but I couldn't tell where I was, probably because my eyes refused to work and where basically glued shut. I heard background noise of what sounded like generators. I tried to focus on the bond to see how Eric felt and if he was anywhere near me. The buzzing that is a comfort, but can also be distracting, wasn't there anymore. By now I was scared shitless to say the least, I tried really hard to open my eyes. But my body wasn't doing what my mind wanted it to do. So I remained lying where ever I was (which felt like a cold metal table) by myself and machinery around me. I wanted to cry I wanted to be able to snuggle up to Eric and tell that I'm stupid for all the fights we ever have. He's always right. I wanted to tell him that I loved him and I wanted to hear it back from him.
I was suddenly brought back from my dreaming with a door opening. What felt like a cotton sheet being pulled of my face and then the sobs of some person. I have watched enough CSI to know that I was in a morgue. So them were's killed me in the car accident then. I then heard people moving about the room and I felt a cold hand on mine. Eric. Softly he spoke to me telling me the words that I have been wanting to say to him and hear from him. "I love you".
He kept repeating them. I hoped that I could just wake up and tell him that I feel the same, but again my body wouldn't comply.
So this is the end of this chapter. This is my first fan-fic. I don't have a BETA so all mistakes are mine. Of course the characters are Charlaine Harris's I just like to play with them. Please review and tell me if I should carry on with this story.