Chapter One

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Author's note; I HAVE BEGUN TO REWRITE AND REPOST THIS STORY! I AM SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING THIS STORY! I am going to be making some changes to the chapters, so please reread them. Thank you! This is my first full length fan-fiction. I enjoy writing, but I have never posted anything. It started as a one shot, but then my mind flew away with me, and I have been having ideas bouncing off the walls. It may take me a little time to do these stories, but hopefully, if the reviews are good, and your guys help, I can make a great story.

This fan-fiction starts on the car ride home, after the incident with Marine and Antonia at the Hotel. It is my take on what should have went down. This chapter follows the episode VERY closely. I do plan to mix a few details from the books into the series, because I favor those (no offense Alan :D). So sorry in advance to any Bill fans, for I am absolutely not one of them. (Team Viking all the way!)

Enough talk

On with the story! (;

~Kimmeh

Sookie's Point of Vew - My Head is Giving Me Life or Death

The ride back from Shreveport was long. So much longer than it had ever been, or at least, that's how it seemed to me. The car was utterly silent, except for my breathing, of course. Sitting in a car with four vampires, I was the only one who needed to breath. My thoughts weren't on my breathing, however. My thoughts were consumed with what had just happened at the hotel. With thoughts of the magic I had conjured. I had been the one to break the curse on Eric, surrounded by a room full of people, who saw everything. Even though my intent had been to save Bill from Eric, who was intent on killing him, effects of the curse from Marnie, that's not all that happened. The moment my magic burst from me, shooting straight towards Eric, I knew what was going to happen. At least, it seemed my magic did. My head hadn't quite caught up with that fact, though. I could still see the look on Eric's face after the effects of my magic hit him. I hadn't known what to say. I was too shocked. It wasn't like I knew it would stop him, but the thought of a world without Bill was... well... unthinkable. As much as he hurt me, I couldn't see him die. Especially by the hands of Eric.

That thought that was currently at the front of my mind was that, even though I had intended to save Bill, I had also intended to save Eric. That's the only logical explanation as to why my magic had healed Eric. Not only of the curse that had turned him into the witches attack dog, but also the curse that made him forget who he was. The look in his eyes when ours met told me that he remembered. Remembered everything. That was the thought that had caused me to be too shocked to do anything but stare, dumbfounded, at that thousand year old Viking Vampire, who stared straight back.

The tension in the car was unbearable. I felt like sinking to the floor to avoid it, or possibly disappearing into the leather of the SUV we were piled into. Being the proper lady Gran rose, I wouldn't. Eric's eyes were on me the entire ride back to Bill's. I could feel them burning into my very soul, but I refused to look his way. I couldn't. Too terrified of what, or who, I would see looking back at me. After Bill, Nan, and Eric made sure that all of the humans who were hurt in the incident were taken care of, and glamored, we were ushered into an Authority SUV, and driven back to Bill's home.

I could hear Nan in Bill's office. They had been in there since we arrived back at Bill's home. Although I wasn't a vampire, I was told, in not so many words, that I was expected to follow them into the house. The vampires dressed in storm trooper gear outside of the house said as much. I could tell Nan was furious. Even without vampire hearing, I could hear her clearly from the next room, and the closed doors. She was pissed about many things, and I heard my name several times from Bill's office. If I tried hard enough, I'm sure I could hear exactly what they were saying, but my focus wasn't in the room with them. My focus was on the Viking sitting in the room next to me.

Eric and I were sitting in Bill's parlor, on opposite ends of the couch. I sat as far away from him as I possibly could when he sat at the other end of the couch. I knew I should have gone home, there was no doubt that was what I should have done, but I couldn't make myself go home. Not that I would have been allowed to anyways. The way Eric was looking at me had me glued to the couch. I knew he remembered. He knew that I knew. But I wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. I refused to. I was afraid of what I might say. Of what I might do.

I want him to say something. Need him to say something.

As if he was the one who could read minds, Eric finally broke the silence between us, making me jump slightly. He always seemed to be able to read my mind. Even before he had lost his memories.

"I remember everything." His tone gave away nothing of how he was feeling. Typical Eric. Typical Vampire. "Us." Those were the words I had wanted to hear, but the next words I was dreading. I didn't know how he was going to take it. I didn't know how I was going to take it. I barely turned my eyes to glance in his direction before looking at my hands. I had almost caught his eye. "Nothing has changed."

"Except you." I knew the words were true as I spoke them. Even if he had remembered, there was no way he could love me as My Eric had. As Eric told me, he does not understand love. That thought tore through my heart, because I so desperately wanted him to love me, because as hard as I may try to fight it, I love him.

"I have not changed. I am just... more." His eyes stayed locked on the side of my face, and I knew I wasn't going to look up from my hands, no matter how much he wanted me to. "The other Eric is still here." His tone changed to something unrecognizable.

"Uh-huh." I said lamely, feeling my heart shatter at the thought of how much things have changed in the past few days, and how much they have changed in the last few hours. Even though it was sweet and innocent Eric that I fell in love with, I know I wouldn't have been able to if I didn't already feelings for the 1000-year old Viking god, sheriff of Area Five. There were times where he would do ANYTHING to get what he wanted, I knew he would never intentionally hurt me.

"Sookie..." There was something in the way he said my name that made my heart skip a beat, before beginning to ache with the memories.

The couch shifted, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Eric had moved closer to me. I didn't want to look at him, no matter what. The closeness of his cool body made my body tingle, knowing exactly how that body made me feel. The closeness was making my body ache in want, but there was no where for me to go without getting up from the couch.

"Look at me." This time when he spoke his voice sounded pleading and desperate. I shook my head ever so slightly, and kept my eyes locked on my hands. I felt his cold hand reach up and touch my chin. It was like fire. With two fingers, he lifted my chin up, turning it so that I faced him. Still I kept my eyes adverted from his perfect blue eyes. Eyes I knew I could get lost in. "Do you not see him in my eyes?"

I finally get up the courage and look into those beautiful blue eyes that belong to two very different people. One was the sweet Eric that was looking at me with tenderness. Not exactly love, and that stung. He looked at me for just a moment before those eyes were something else. The other was the Northman that was 1000-years old. The one that I had always believed hated me, and only wanted to get me into bed. What shocked me was that, it was love that I saw in that pair of eyes, but my heart couldn't accept it.

"Yes..." It was all I could manage to say. A small smile appeared on the very edges of my lips for just a moment before it faded away.

"So what is the problem?" His fingers grazed along my jaw and up to my cheek. I shuddered at the touch, wanting to feel more of it. I instinctively leaned into his hand before pulling away.

I had no idea how I was going to explain what the problem was. There were doubts in my mind of how I felt about him. I knew that I liked him, but I wasn't sure those feelings were real. I wasn't sure if it was him I had these feelings for, or MY Eric. Don't get me wrong, I know I am attracted to him and all, but I don't think that I would ever be able to sleep with him again. On the other hand, part of me wanted to jump in bed with him. Even before I had his blood I wanted to jump his bones. The first night in Fangtasia I felt something for him, but I was with Bill at the time. Bill hated Eric, nor did he trust him. I believed Bill when he told me that Eric was a horrible person, rather vampire. It was not a far stretch to believe a 1000-year old vampire was a ruthless person, and my Christian beliefs played a factor as well.

Now I am no longer with Bill. I had found out that our relationship was based off of a lie, and that he was sent by Sophie-Anne, the ex-Queen of Louisiana to procure me and take me back to the queen as some telepathic freak. Since then I had began to wonder what else he lied to me about. I knew Eric could be vicious and ruthless when it comes to getting what he wants, or protecting his assets, but I also knew that he could be good and loving, even if it was not in the human sense of the word. He had shown me that side of him when Godric met his True Death.

I looked at Eric, my blue eyes scanning his face. I knew there was something more inside of Eric, but I would never know what that was.

"Bill..."I began to say, but the look in Eric's eyes made me snap my mouth shut and look away from him. I knew I still loved Bill, although I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. He was my first for many things for me. Love, sex, bite... Just thinking of him made my heartache. I would never go back to Bill, that much I knew for sure, but he had hurt me. I was willing to give my heart to sweet Eric, and he was no longer here. I had loved him because he needed me more than anyone, he trusted me, he protected me, and he loved me. I did the same for him. I needed him, trusted him, protected him, and loved him. But could I give my heart to this Eric?

The look on Eric's face made me think that he didn't understand what I had meant. He must have thought that I had meant that I love him. I was certain that I did not love Bill, but I was uncertain if I loved Eric or not. It was not something I wanted to think about or discuss.

I wanted to talk to Gran.

Eric may have begun to say something, but before he was able to, he was interrupted by someone bursting through the front door of Bill's house. She entered the room, and looked directly at Eric.

"Bill called me." Although Pam was normally sarcastic or flirty,her voice sounded on the verge of tears. "Are you back? Is it really you?" She sounded almost desperate.

Eric sat there for half a heart beat before standing and walking to his child."Yes, I am back." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her lovingly.

"My God I fucking missed you." Pam sounded as if she was actually crying, but I didn't think that. Maybe tearing up, but not crying. She reached up to wipe her eyes gently."How did you get her to break the curse?"

Although I was looking intently at my hands resting on my lap. I could feel Eric's eyes one me from time to time.

"Well, she didn't. Sookie did." Eric spoke in a monotone voice, except for when he said my name. I looked up at the pair, and both sets of eyes were focused on me, gazing at me intently.

"Oh." To my dismay, Pam actually sounded slightly disappointed at that revelation. "Well, thanks..."

Eric's eyes were staring at me intently, but I could not stand to look at those beautiful blue eyes, afraid of what I might see. Instead I turned my eyes to Pam.

"Don't mention it." I managed a weak smile, the edges of my lips just turning up as I shrug. My gaze flashed to Eric for just a moment before I turned away to look at my hands.

"Why didn't you summon me the second you were free?" I kept my eyes on my hands. I knew the answer for that. He did not want to talk to her just yet. I know he would have went to her eventually, but he wanted to talk to me.

"Hey..." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pam nudge Eric's arm and then turned to walk out of the room. I knew Eric wanted to look at me, and finish our conversation, but Pam was itching to talk to him. I knew she had missed him, and so did I, but in a completely different way.

"We'll talk about it later." Eric's voice sounded briefly hurt, and I looked up just in time to see him wrap his hand around the back of her head and kiss her fore head. Pulling away he turned, casting a short glance in my way before leaving the room at a steady human pace.

I couldn't help but stare at his body, even though his close were torn and had blood on them. Pam said something in the background, I was focused on Eric for the moment. I knew what was under the bloody shirt. My eyes the traveled to my favorite part of his body; his award-winning ass.

Eric was out of the room and I looked at Pam. She was staring at me. I rolled my eyes at her before I heard the doors of Bill's office open, and his voice filled the Parlor. I would recognize his voice if we were anywhere. He just had one of those voices. As does Eric. But their voices are extremely different.

I stood up from where I sat and took two steps towards Bill's office, but Pam blocked my way. I glared at her, and took another step forward.

"Fire killer her 400 years ago, we can only hope that it will work again. " I could hear Bill's voice clearly in the Parlor now. I walked forward, and pushed through Pam. I found it easier than I expected..She moved out of the way at the last minute, and we just barely brushed shoulders. I ran out to the front room, to find Bill and Nan arguing. (I disliked Nan more than I should.)

"Blowing up MoonGoddess Emporium is not a 21st century solution." Nan spat at Bill as he began to climb the stairs, before running out of the room, dialing on her phone, and heading towards Bill's office.

"You're blowing up MoonGoddess?" My heart began to break for all of those innocent people that were trapped inside of there, one of those people being Tara, and one of those people being Holly. If Tara said they were being held hostage, then we needed to help save them, not kill them because they are stuck there.

I heard Nan mumble "fucking our whole agenda up the ass" as she closed Bill's office doors behind her.

"You can't do this!" My voice rose slightly higher than normal, but I wasn't yelling. I was very angry, either way. I just didn't show it right now. "Tara and other humans are in there!" Just because I didn't know more than two people there didn't mean they weren't worth being saved.

"Well, they bet on the wrong horse." Eric came into the room, walking straight to the wall across from me and leaning against it. He had his famous Eric Northman smirk on his lips. "That's too bad." I should have expected it from Eric. But I didn't know how Bill would do such a thing, unless he had been faking that he was mainstreaming to get me to love him, and bring me to Sophie-Anne.

I snapped my head at Eric, my eyes meeting his in a glare for a moment before I had to look away. I would lose my defenses if I looked at him for too long. I rolled my eyes and looked at Bill.

"Bill, you can't do this." I didn't want my best friend to die. I would never forgive either of them if Tara were to be hurt in there need for revenge. I understood that Bill was pissed that she had tried to kill him, but that didn't mean to kill Tara. She was being held hostage.

"I've summoned Jessica. We will board up the windows, silver ourselves, and go to ground." Bill looked from Eric to me. Pam avoided my eyes, and looked at Eric. Eric was staring at me, and I was still glaring at Bill. "Pam, you will stay here. There is about four hours till sunrise."

"I am so in." As Pam spoke, I looked at her, and she was looking at Bill. She sounded pissed off. How could they so easily throw away human life? Oh yeah. They were vampires!

" If Tara hadn't warned me about the hotel, Eric would still be a zombie, and you would be dead!" I pointed to Eric as I spoke his name, but I kept my eyes on Bill the whole time.

"My kind is still in danger. I cannot risk potential genocide to save one human because she is your friend." Bill looked down at me from the stairs. I was so furious that I just wanted to smack him, but my southern raising told me not to. My Gran's voice told me not to. I was beginning to dislike Bill even more.

"Loveable, isn't he?" Eric spoke from his position against the wall. I want to smack him as well. I looked at him, and our eyes met. Both Eric's were looking at me, and my heart skipped a beat, heat pooling in my stomach. I am sure that all of the vampires in the room, including him, had noticed. I adverted my eyes from him and glared at Bill, afraid of what I might do next if I didn't.

"At least let me help. I can..." I began to speak. I knew I wanted to do something, especially since Tara was in there, as well as Holly, and other innocent humans.

"The last time you helped you got shot, and nearly died." Bill frowned and stepped forward, looking like the King he was. "Stay away from there, Sookie, because tomorrow night we are going to finish Marnie once and for all." He sounded demanding.

"And if innocent people die?" I crossed my arms over my chest. Bill had hurt me worse than I thought possible. To him it may have seemed longer, because of the "year" I was gone, but to me, it had only been a few days. I was still hurt, and now he was making me furious. I could feel my magic jump in excitement beneath my skin as my fingertips began to tingle.

"It's war. It happens." I glared at him as he spoke. He looked me dead in the eyes as he said that. I looked at Eric and Pam, hoping maybe one would speak up. Pam was examining her nails, but Eric was looking at me curiously, as if he could feel my power vibrating beneath my skin. Of course neither did. I turned and left the house, slamming the door on my way out. I walked down Bill's porch steps and headed home through the cemetery. None of the storm troopers had stopped me, so obviously I was cleared to leave if I wanted to.

How could he look me in the eyes and say that? I had saved his life more than once, tonight being one of those night, and he wouldn't help me figure out a way to save Tara! I could do something. Damn vampires!

I stormed through his yard, and through the cemetery. I knew I needed to get some of my anger out, so I decided to go talk to Gran. As I walked through the cemetery, I was thinking of "King Bill" and I could feel my magic pulsating, begging me to release it. I laughed at the thought. I knew that Bill being King was better than Sophie-Anne, considering she wanted to use me for herself, but Bill didn't want me to help at all. I didn't know Sophie-Anne, but if she had sent someone to make me fall in love with them, so they would take me to work for her, then she obviously was not a good person. I let out a humorless laugh as I continued to trudge through the grass towards my Gran's grave.

To Be Continued...