Hope you like it. I just had the urge to write this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my little love slave. 3 . . .

And I cried. I gave in and cried.

"I should just leave. Runaway." I cried into the cold abyss.

"Why?" A deep voice asked from beside me.

"It's my fault. My entire fault." I sobbed.

The man grabbed my shoulder and shook me, hard.

"You're an idiot, a blind fool, if you don't know already." I looked up as he turned his back to me.

"Wait!" I reached out to pull him back.

He turned to me and my breath caught.

"A-Andre? B-but you're d-dead." I suddenly felt nauseous.

He smiled a fang-full smile. "It's not as difficult as it seems."

He vanished. I gasped and looked around frantically.

I was alone. Again.

"Hello?" I called out.

My echoes sounded around me.

"Hello?! Please?! Someone?! Anyone?!" I cried out.

"You stupid bitch!" I heard someone screech behind me and I was suddenly thrown to the ground.

I was flipped on my back to stare into the vicious eyes of Debbie Pelt.

"What is wrong with you?!" She screeched.

She slapped my face and I yelped in pain.

"I'm sorry! I know; it's my fault!"

"No." She sat up and stared down at me venomously. "You're so stupid. Can't you understand?"

"No! I can't!"

She stood up and walked away; leaving me lying on my back.

I gasped for breath as my thoughts whirled.

"Oh, child, are you okay?" A soft voice asked; I felt soft hands help sit me up.

I looked at the sweet woman helping me and felt my heart beat stutter.

"Gran?"

"Yes, child?" She asked, smiling.

"What're you doing here?"

Gran huffed. "After those two, I figured you could use a little comfort."

I looked off into the direction Debbie went.

"Gran, what is this about?" I asked, standing up on my wobbly legs.

"You should have figured that out already." Gran chided softly.

"I don't understand Gran." I shook my head.

She smiled. "Sweetheart, just wait. I know you're confused now but soon, those you love on this Earth will come to guide you."

" Huh?" I stared at her.

"Just wait, child." Her form wavered.

"Gran?!"

"I must go. Be good and give my love to your brother." She disappeared.

"Gran!! Please, no!" I screamed into the chilling air.

"Would you just be quiet?! For God's sake! Just shut up!" A harsh voice came out of nowhere.

I turned my tear-stained face to look into the hateful eyes of Lorena.

"W-what?"

"You're so ungrateful. You're a waste of skin." She spat.

"I know." I whimpered.

"No. You don't know! You're oblivious to the things around you!"

She stomped her foot. "YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND!" She was gone.

I stared into the blank, white abyss unseeingly.

I heard a laugh, making the hairs on my body stand on end, echo throughout the white abyss.

A different laugh made me shudder; it became thick and slimy, slithering its way across my skin and twining itself through my hair and around my neck, cutting off my air. I clawed at my neck, struggling for breath.

"Stupid child." An odious voice whispered against my ear.

I jerked my head to the right, searching for the owner of that voice.

"When you will comprehend?" A softly wicked voice asked to my left.

The obstruction around my neck became increasingly painful and tight for several agonizing second.

Just as I saw black on the edges of my vision, it released. I took in several grateful gulps of oxygen.

"Why do you even try? Huh? Why?" The loathsome voice now asked from my left. I froze.

"Surely, you must learn sometime?" I turned my head to the vile voice now on my right. A black mist was forming where the voice had come from; slowly, it was transforming into a solid shape.

I scuttled backwards on the palms of my hands.

"Do we have to teach you another lesson, my dear?" I looked behind me to see the first voice transforming from a black mist as well.

I flipped onto my hands and knees and tried to get only to be picked up by slender hands.

I was thrown to the ground and I turned over to see Lochlan and Neave standing in place of the black mist.

"Miss us?" Neave purred viciously.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest and I prayed for them to be gone; just as the rest.

"We were just dying to see you, dear. It would've killed us if we hadn't been able to." They cackled at the joke.

"What do you w-want?" I tried not to let them see my fear but my voice cracked at the end.

"Aw, are you getting nervous, sweetheart?" Lochlan asked.

Suddenly, a harsh wind blew from behind me and the two terrifying figures were carried away by it.

I pushed my whipping hair away from my face and gasped as I came face to face to Sophie-Anne.

Her small figure stood up from her crouch and she gazed down on me with a regal air.

"I don't know why he feels the way he does about you."

"Who?" I whispered.

"The Viking, of course. He's saved your life numerous times. I don't know why he bothers when you're not even worth his time. He's a pathetic creature, really."

I felt something in me snap. I stood up straight and slapped her without hesitation or thought.

She raised a delicate hand to her cheek and gave me a chilly smile.

"Maybe I was wrong." I blinked and she was gone.

I was ready to wake up. I understood this was a dream. I didn't care about what they wanted me to learn. I just wanted to wake up.

I spun around when I felt another presence behind me.

I gasped. "Bubba!"

"Hi Miss Sookie." He said in that sweet southern drawl he always has.

"But you're not dead!" I was so happy to see someone alive, or as alive as they could be, that I could just scream.

"No, I reckon I'm not." He scratched his head. "But this is to help you, so I'm glad to be here."

"Where is 'here' exactly?"

"You don't need to be worrying about any of that, Miss Sookie."

"Then why am I here?"

"You gotta understand, none of this is your fault, Miss Sookie. You don't need to blame yourself for these people's deaths."

I gave him a strange look. That's' what all this is about? "But, Bubba, I already know that. I've already made my peace."

"Not deep down. In your subconscious, you still think it's your fault these people have died. It isn't."

"Thank you Bubba. I know it isn't. I just wanna wake up."

"Oh, I can help you with that." He leaned forward and pinched my cheek.

"Ow." I rubbed my cheek.

"Sorry Miss Sookie." Bubba started to fade and the next thing I know:

I woke up to still darkness and the sound of my own breathing.

I felt the void of Eric beside me and relaxed.

"Are you all right, Lover?" I turned my face up to lock my eyes with his and receive a soft kiss.

"Uh huh." I mumbled sleepily.

"Did you have a nightmare?" His arm sneaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Yes." Flashes of Lochlan and Neave appeared in my and I whimpered.

He pulled me to lie on top of him.

He ran his nimble fingers through my hair soothingly.

"I'm here, Lover. You don't have to be afraid of anything."

"Thank you." I opened my eyes wide, trying to stay awake, as I felt the distinct pull of sleep call to me.

"Go to sleep, Lover. I will watch you as you sleep and make sure the nightmares don't return."

I nodded and let the beginnings of sleep take me.

Just before I drifted away I heard Eric whisper, "I love you, Sookie Stackhouse."

I'm safe with Eric. He will take care of me. Those thoughts drifted through my head, as slow as molasses.

And then I was no more.

I don't know why I wrote this. Seriously, I don't. I just wanted to write something different.

And I wanted to write SVM.

That's all.

Eamarat-