Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters involved in this story. I am simply playing. Cells is my new story, I got the idea after Sookie thought about being with Eric forever in the last book. I will do my best keep the personalities as close to original as possible, Eric is very much a vampire and Sookie still has her gifts. Also, special thanks my awesome Beta HopeStreet! Thank You!

September

"Thank you for coming Mr. Northman and Mr. Stackhouse. I understand this is a trying time for the both of you, but we will need one of you to identify the body. We prefer next of kin." The nurse glanced at the grief stricken man, crumpled in a waiting room chair. She paused only for a moment before casting her eyes because of the large vampire who stood before her. Eric was still in shock, but he nodded to the nurse.

"Yes, I will confirm for you."

Eric followed the nurse down the hall, leaving Jason in his own misery. He had to keep it together. He had seen thousands of dead bodies. This should be no different. But it was. His wife was dead. He was sure of that. The warmth that hummed pleasantly inside of him, their bond, was gone. He couldn't feel her. Sookie was gone.

"Please, sir, wait here for a few minutes. I need to make sure all is in order before we allow you in."

Eric sunk into a seat; the only sound was the evening news playing in the background. Sookie's story was on. He wasn't ready to hear, he couldn't. Eric stood and walked to the TV and clicked it off. The florescent light above him flickered once and hummed softly. The room was abnormally quiet for a hospital. He slumped back in his chair, resting his elbows on his knee and letting his face fall into his hands.

How could this have happened? It was the one thing Eric dreaded but never allowed himself to worry about – Sookie dying in a way that was out of his control. A car crash. She had slept over the night before. She had brought over more of her things, and he had again tried to convince her to move everything over. Like always, he failed. Her need for independence was almost as strong as his need to care for her. She bathed and then read her book as he finished a little work in his office, and later they made love and watched a few movies. He loved when she stayed over and even more when she stayed up with him. Sookie would wake in the early afternoon and leave shortly for work. Right now he was supposed to be at her house removing some of the witch's heavier items from upstairs. Amelia would be there the next day.

His head sunk a little lower. Damn you Sookie for forbidding me to turn you! he thought. It was all in vain, though, today still happened. Sookie and Eric had been talking about the future more. Having his maker gone took a weight off his shoulders that he had grown so accustom to. He was only aware when it was removed. Knowing that his maker could never call on him again allowed him to look forward. Sookie had forbidden Eric from turning her, but recently she had become more indifferent to the idea.

"I guess I could get a spray tan. No, that wouldn't do. I could never give up the sun," she joked smiling brightly as she scooted over to Eric. His fingers trailed over the warm, golden skin of her shoulder.

"Yes, I can see how living without that would be difficult for you." He nuzzled a warm patch of skin. "You always smell so lovely after you sunbathe. You would also have to give up chocolate, sweet tea, gin and tonics. But allow me to play the devil's advocate and ask you to consider if there is anything you would be giving up if you stayed human."

Sookie fell silent, and he could feel though their bond that a cocktail of emotions was flowing through her – intense love, fear and sadness. Whether she admitted it to him or not, he knew she didn't want to leave him. He didn't want it to end either, but that would be a conversation for another night. He kissed and teased her until the only thing he felt from her was pure pleasure. She moaned his name over and over as he slid in and out of her exquisite channel.

Eric, Eric, Eric…

He could feel her pleasure, her love, her concern, fear, and panic.

'My sweet love,' Eric thought, begging himself not to breakdown, 'I will mourn you forever...'

He couldn't get her voice out of his head.

Eric, Eric, Eric…

A soft, warm hand landed over his.

"Eric?"

Yes yes I know, very short and not so sweet but I promise to have much more for you very soon. Blue Eyed Beast fans, keep your eyes peeled for the next chap. I haven't forgotten our favorite Victorian couple. It's being Beta read right now.