A/N: I have been encouraged, by several people, to write this mini side-story to Do Not Deny Me, Lover.

I greatly suggest you not to read this until you have read at least the Prologue and Chapter of Do Not Deny Me, Lover. This isn't going to make much sense to others who have not.

Side story to Prologue and Chapter One

"You are mine Sookie Stackhouse?" I was trying not to be as firm as I had been in the past. My antics were undeniably changing to suit around her reactions. I had never done this before. Predominantly not to a human woman!

"The hell I am, Eric Northman!" She didn't even turn around to face me. I could see her fists tightening up. Did she think she could hit me and get away with it? Even if I let her touch me, it wouldn't leave a mark but she would have to pay the price. Hmm. I could think about this longer, maybe some spanking thrown in there. Not too much so as to not bruise her firm ass. She needed me and she was going to admit it. Then again…I still had time to make her scream my name in ecstasy.

"Sookie," I want her now.

I can image it.

Us, together. Maybe even forever, until time vanishes.

"What is it you want Eric?" She turned to stare at me fiercely.

"You. Always you. Only you." I will risk my life to have you. I already have, I already am. How can she not see this? I am here always waiting for her to be with me.

Waiting…

That's all I ever seem to do.

I just want to touch her one more time if I truly cannot have her. I lift my hand. I just want to touch her face. Maybe then will she see my love and affection?

She lifts her hand. I don't know if she means to push me or comfort me. I know my face is showing my emotion. Emotions I haven't shown in over a thousand years. "You know wha…"

I was too busy managing my own face to notice Sookie's. When I realized that she hadn't finished her sentence I looked into her eyes. My own eyes were wide with horror and curiosity.

They were glazed over.

Her hand was still touching my arm. Just her fingertips, though. They started to glow a light violet. I felt so great where she was touching me. Nothing in my vampire existence felt like this.

I didn't know what was happening to my lover. I was worried because she wouldn't answer my demands. My anxiety was building, ready to explode.

"Sookie!" I didn't want to touch her, she was too fragile. I reached inside, to the bond between me and Sookie. It was weak but I felt a little fear and stress. She was intent on something. This is good because I knew she's ok if she's not scared. At least I hoped.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her move. She moved her arms down, still radiant. Her head was moving back. Then she opened her lips.

"Du er min," was all she said. I smiled at hearing those words. The words I so longed for her to speak.

Almost as if she was speaking to me, but not directly.

When did she learn old Swedish? I certainly had not said as much in front of her. Not in my old tongue.

I looked more closely, intent on what she was about to do. She closed her eyes and opened them. They were beginning to fade from the expressionless and vacant, to the eyes I had so often dreamed about.

Sookie's hands ignited more intensely. The light was up to her forearms and blazing outward. It stopped abruptly and her head fell forward. Her body swayed. I knew she was about to fall so I put my hands around her waist.

'She needs to lie down' I thought to myself. I took her in my arms, close to my chest and I ran up to her bedroom. I slowly set her on the quilt, and propped her up against the headboard, as to make her comfortable.

She started to couch and learned over. She sounded like she was trying to catch her breath, and it was coming hard to her. I was concerned about my love.

"Sookie, Sookie" I said, fast and impatient, "what is wrong, tell me what has happened" please answer me Sookie! "Wake up, love. Please." I pulled her up against me once again, smoothing her hair out on her head.

She opened her eyes once more. She continued starting at me for a while. I broke the silence.

"What happened?" I wanted to ask so many questions. Is she ok? How did she speak my language as if she was fluent in it? What went wrong with her light? I have learned that it was a defense mechanism the old Fae had. Had it malfunctioned? It must have, since I am sitting here unharmed and well. I was more than ok.

I had felt the light touch my skin. It was the sweetest taste of my past.

Like I could walk in the sunlight once more.

Like Sookie was melting into me.

I had felt…human.

I wanted more.

A/N How will Eric get more of Sookie's light? Why didn't her light hurt him? Why does he feel human all of a sudden? How did Sookie know Swedish, and why those words, specifically?

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