There was a knock on my door, I huffed and cussed under my breath, not only because I wasn't expecting company, but because I was baking, I wasn't just baking i was using up all the flour in the state of Louisiana. It wasn't for a bake sale or anything so social, i just always found baking amazingly therapeutic and lately I had been needing all the therapy I could get, but I have to say the real therapy came from the smell that spread all over the house, it reminded me of something familiar, and that always made me feel a little less tense.

I ran to the door wiping my hands on my apron, not really caring or bothering to take it off, whoever dropped by so unexpectedly would just have to deal with me like this, I mean don't get me wrong i'm not usually such a bitch, I can be a good host when the occasion calls for it, but I was having a bad day and in no mood for hosting.

Before I could get myself riled up anymore, I swung the door open, only to find my self standing in front of the most beautiful man I had ever seen, I was never one to ogle or swoon, but I really couldn't help it. He was tall, no like 6'4 tall, with broad shoulders that just filled up my doorway, oh and his hair, it was blonde and fell to his shoulders in a sexy mess, I had to fight the urge to touch it just to make sure it was as good as it looked, but what really caught me off guard was his eyes, not their amazing cerulean blue, it was the way he looked at me, I could literally see all these emotions flickering in them. Just then I was sure that this man knew me and I knew him.

I just couldn't put the dots together, I have trouble doing that sometimes.

"Yes, can i help you?"

The man just furrowed his eyebrows, I cannot be sure but I think he looked a little hurt, I had been getting that a lot lately, I wanted to explain but I bit my tongue.

"Sookie, stop that, I know I'm the last person you want to see, but, you're being a bit childish don't you think?"

So he did know me, but for the life of me I couldn't recognize him, but for some reason, I didn't feel so guilty about that as I usually do.

"I'm sorry do I know you?"

There was no need to make this any easier on him, obviously we were not that close if he hadn't come to see me in this past year, besides, I think I should be angry with him...

"Sookie, really, stop it, we need to talk, I know you don't want to hear it, but, just let me in"

I could really see his frustration now, part of me really wanted to let him in so I could explain, and he could remind me why I should be so angry, but something inside of me was screaming NO.

"Look, I really don't know who you are Mr...?"

He raised his eyebrow, and there was a mixture of anger and amusement on his face.

"Really? You really want to do this? Fine, Northman, Eric Northman, pleased to meet you"

He held out his hand for me to shake, I couldn't help but shake his hand.

The name did kind of ring a bell, but not enough to let me change my mind, but I still couldn't shut the door.

"Well Mr. Northman, I'm pleased to meet you, and I do believe that you do know me, but I really don't know you, so there really is nothing to talk about, and I assure you I am not angry at you as you think, now if you would excuse me, Im a bit busy. Goodbye Mr. Northman"

I shut the door after some hesitation, I just felt something was out of place in his presence.

I looked through the peephole to see him standing there, as if he couldn't move, he looked so shocked, under different circumstances, I would have howled with laughter, but I knew this was no laughing matter.

I walked back to the kitchen, to finish up my carrot bread, I think I needed to mix a new batch, and call Felix.