Author note: My very first fanfic, set after season three, but with a few changes. Sookie hasn't gone to fairy land, and Tara hasn't left town. Also, Eric might seem slightly OOC it this chapter, but let's agree on that it's something Sookie brings out of him. Rated M for violence in later chapters.

P.S English isn't my first language (sadly) so I apologize for any language-butchering.

Disclaimer: I doesn't matter how much I want to, I own nothing.

Chapter 1

"So, that's settled then," Sofie-Ann's voice finished off on the other side of the line. "You will look in to this tonight." Eric sighed at her impatience. "I will look in to it as soon as can." The queen just laughed. "Which is tonight. I hate the idea of having a werewolf pack running around in my area." He realized there was no point in disagreeing, Sofie-Ann was after all, his queen, and he had to obey her whether he liked it or not. "Okay, tonight then," Eric said and could almost hear the queen smirk. "Well that's great. Let me hear the news later then." And she hung up.

Eric sighed deeply as he rubbed his face before slowly rising from his desk. He wasn't in the mood for this. In fact, he wasn't in the mood for anything at all. It had been a month since he last saw Sookie, and then only for the brief moment when he had crushed her relationship with Bill. He didn't regret it, Bill didn't deserve her. It wasn't something he would ever admit, but it was also one last attempt to get her. To be with her. That was all he really wanted, to be with her, to be near her. It had been a pathetic, desperate attempt. He didn't do pathetic and desperate, and he hated that she had that effect on him. That she could, just by not being reachable for him, cause him to barely sleep or eat. Cause him to cry… He felt a strange ache in his body, an anguish longing for hearing her voice, feeling her skin, her scent. A stubborn blood tear seeped slowly down his cheek and he wiped it off with an angry movement. No, he wouldn't cry, not again.

"You are fucking pathetic Northman,"Eric mumbled to himself as he walked out of his office, hoping not to bump into Pam. She worried, he could see that. He knew she did, the concerned glances when she thought he wasn't looking, told him that. Not that he would ever show deliberately how he felt, but hiding things from her seemed to be impossible. "Where are you going?" He had almost reached the door when Pam's voice made him stop. Oh that's just perfect. "We are opening in like two hours," she continued.

Eric sighed and turned around to meet Pam's questioning face. "The queen just called," He hoped that his voice didn't sound as tired as he felt. "Something about a werewolf pack creeping around in the woods a few of miles from here." Her eyebrows raised in a skeptical frown. "Yes? And?" She sounded annoyed.

"Probably just a rumor, but she wanted me to look in to it." "Tonight." He added as Pam's expression still didn't change. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

Pam sighed frustrated. "That fucking…" She folded her arms together and in a demonstrative motion. "She just enjoys bossing you around." Eric chuckled slightly as he walked towards the door and opened it. "Well I'm here to be bossed around." And with that, he disappeared out in the night

Pam watched the door close and her expression changed from annoyance to concern. Eric hadn't slept, there were small residues of blood in his ears and she felt her heart ache as she thought of how exhausted he looked. Fuck! She hated Sookie for causing her maker so much pain. Pam wanted to just go to Sookie and force her to talk to him. To forgive him for whatever it was that he had done to displease the little oversensitive human. Eric would never do it himself, he refused to even talk about her. He was acting like his normal, stoic self whenever anyone else was around, but she saw, she felt, how he suffered. It was getting worse and worse. He barely ate, and yesterday, when she went to see him in his office, she could have sworn that his eyes had been bloodshot. Eric had been crying, and Pam realized that she needed to do something, anything to help him. Weather it was following him around, nagging on him until he opened up, or simply go to Sookie and drag her to Fangtasia, forcing the stubborn idiots to talk to each other.

Eric set of to the given area, and after flying for minutes, he realized that "a couple of miles east" were alarmingly close to Bond Temps… and Sookie. He shook frustrated on his head and forced himself to focus on the task. When landing between the trees in the deeper part of the wood, he also realized that this was a complete waste of time. There was no sign what so ever of wolves. No foul smell, no sound of paws, and no gleaming eyes. Well, now when he was here, he could as well search the area.

After searching for almost two hours, without seeing anything of interest, he gave up and sank down at the trunk of one of the large trees. The time was approaching ten and he should be getting back to Fangtasia but the thought of sitting there for another night wasn't at all tempting. So he just sat there staring into the darkness. Time past and the seconds became minutes, that soon became an hour.

A dull blast of thunder broke the silence, and the sky opened. The rain poured down in rich gushes, creating a blurred veil in the darkness. Eric didn't move from his spot under the tree and soon he was soaked in rainwater. His blond hair left its usual position and hung dripping in front of his eyes and his black t-shirt clung tightly to his back. Still, he didn't move and he realized that he must look rather pathetic, sitting curled up against a tree, water cursing down his face, but he didn't care. At least the rain washed away the tears that had started to pour from his eyes. It felt like both a relief and a failure to let the cold, composed facade down for a while. Trying to put up walls and shut in every single emotion was a full time job, and it was exhausting, which meant it was quite a mental relief to let them show. Yet, he hated himself for even having emotions. Emotions were weakness, a human weakness from which he should be free by now, after over a thousand years. Yet here he sat, crying bloody, very real tears over a human, and he didn't do anything to stop it. For once, he let himself feel, after all, nobody was there to see his pitiful state.

Suddenly there was a movement between the dark trees and Eric jumped to his feet. His fangs shot out and he growled low. "Who's there?" No answer, just steppes that softly approached. They were too loud to be a wolf, but to smooth to be a lost hiker. He did not like it. "Show yourself or I guarantee that the next step you take will be the last." A chuckle came from the darkness and a silhouette broke from the shadows.

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