Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just borrow them from the fantastic Mrs. Harris.

It is my first fanfic in English and no beta, so please excuse the grammar and the spelling :-)

Coming home from the Witch War

By the time I got close to Bon Temps, I wasn't feeling so ragged. As we stepped on the back porch I had a strange sense, it was as though there was a ghost Sookie and a ghost Eric coming up the porch with us. I had taken my coat of, it was dirty and mangled and Eric had taken his of too as an echo of my movements and had handed it to me. I threw our coats next to the washer. Ghost Sookie and Eric were still wearing their coats, it was strange and at bit unsettling but I was tried and thought it at reflection of that. Ghost Sookie and I let us in the back door. Eric and ghost Eric came in behind us Sookies and took a step to the right to go around the kitchen table, as I(we) leaned left to flick on the light.

When I(we) turned on the light, Debbie Pelt was smiling at me(us).

She had been sitting in the dark at my kitchen table, and she had a gun in her hand.

Without saying a word, she fired at me(us).

But she reckoned without Eric, who was faster than any human. He took the bullet and he took it right in the chest. As he went down in front of me, the blow of the shot hurled his elbow or whatever into my chest. I fell down (ghost Sookie still standing, both Eric's hit) and realized that she hadn't had time to search the house, which was lucky. From behind the water heater, I yanked the shot gun I'd taken from Jason's house. Ghost Sookie bend down and yanked the shot gun as well. Then I got up with great pain from the blow in the chest. Pumped the gun, and I(we) shot Debbie Pelt while she was still staring, shocked, at Eric, who was on his knees and coughing up blood.

Her fingers opened and her gun fell to the floor.

I sat on the floor myself, because I couldn't stay upright anymore. Eric was now full length on the floor, gasping and shuddering in a pool of blood.

I quickly realized that I could call no one for help. I'd have to do this by myself. My chest still hurt like hell but Eric came first. I scrambled over to him, reclined by him with one elbow to prop me up. I realized that the ghost versions of us were gone and suddenly I felt queasy and light headed. And I swayed over Eric.

'Eric,´ I whispered. His blue eyes opened. They were bright with pain. The hole in his chest bubbled blood. I felt my blood rush from my face and thought I was going to pass out. Everything went black. As I gained consciousness I realized, I was still on the floor. Eric was on his knees sucking on my chest near the shoulder. I felt at strong burning sensation and deep pain from were his head was.

'What are you doing?' I breathed angrily. Eric looked up at me fangs out and blood dripping from his jaw. He smiled and his blue eyes twinkled, at that moment a bullet dropped from his mouth on my chest.

'I'm saving your life, my Lover', he whispered.

Then he bid down on his wrist and pushed it to my mouth.

I shook my head, but he forced it on me and said in a mild and loving voice 'You need to do this, my Lover or you will surly die'.

I drank, and when the wound on his wrist closed, Eric bid down again and I drank again. He even dropped a few drops directly in the wound. It healed faster than I ever experienced with Bill or Eric for that matter. Eric drank to bottles of TrueBlood. I slowly sat up and we looked at the mess in the kitchen. I tried to assess what to do. We had to get rid of the body and clean up the kitchen. I felt at little lost and I could hardly feel more miserable. I had killed another human being for the second time this night.

Eric put his arm around me and I felt love. 'Why is that?' I felt better, and I was in fact grateful to be alive.

'Thank you Eric,' I said.

I kissed him briefly on the mouth. I felt a surge of want, lust and love and it hit me like a truck. It felt like the emotions came to me not from me. I was at a loss for, what it meant.

We bundled up what was left of Debbie Pelt and Eric went off to hide the body, when he came back he had also disposed of her car. We finished cleaning the kitchen and with Eric's vamp speed it got done fairly quick. I took a tour inspecting the room and found nothing and it reeked of cleaning products.

I looked at Eric and down myself. 'We have to burn our cloths,' I said.

Eric nodded and went out into the yard. He started a fire and began pulling of his clothes and throwing it on the fire. I stared at him from the doorway. As soon as he got naked, he vamp speeded to me and picked me up and sat me down by the fire pulling at my mangled t-shirt. I let him undress me. I felt at ease and a togetherness I never felt before. As soon as I was naked a thought occurred to me and I started to giggle like at schoolgirl. Eric smiled at me and raised an eyebrow.

'We look like mad devil worshipers. To naked creatures standing by a fire in the middle of the night covered I blood.' I giggled again and started to shake a little, I was cold. But I felt strong and alert, maybe because of the blood?

Eric put his hands around my waist and lifted me into the air and took at twirl. 'The most beautiful devil worshiper in the world,' he chuckled at me.

I felt like at fairytale princess except for the naked-thing and the blood. He pulled me down in an embrace and kissed me on the forehead. My emotions were all jumbled up in happiness, love, excitement and lust.

'Let us use the remaining nighttime to get warm and clean, my Lover'. Eric said in my ear as he licked it. He was definitely in the mood. With the 1000 year old gorgeous Viking there was no mistaking that.

I felt my own arousal, it was deep and getting stronger.

I kissed him deeply and said, 'take me away, sweetie!'

He scooped me up and carried me to my bathroom, were we both climbed in the shower. I was suddenly very aware of the last time we were in a shower together and I felt exited.

'Lean against me Lover and close your eyes,' Eric groaned and lathered up his hands washing my every limb in circular motions starting with my fingers going down my arms in turn. He was very methodical and I felt secure and beginning to warm up. I opened my eyes and lathered up and started reciprocating. We were done with the hair and both worked from the outer limbs going inwards. As I started to wash and stroke his scrotum he got hold of my hair pulled it back and started to kiss me voraciously on the neck. We tumbled out of the shower and into my bedroom floor. Yanking some quilts and covers to the floor we tangled up and as though I had my own personal Pleasure Guide to Eric's libido, I knew exactly, what to do to him, to puss him over the edge and he certainly had mine.

As we rolled of each other me gasping for air and Eric with a satisfied smile, he said in a low but strong voice, 'I feel you in my soul, Lover. But do I have a soul?' Then he sat up and looked at me whit a big fat question mark in his face.

'I feel you in my soul to, darling. It feels right but…' I had no way of finishing that sentence. What could I say? I didn't know if vampires had souls, I didn't know the workings of vampire emotions and furthermore I really didn't want to know at that point.

'Come on lets go to bed, darling!' I said and pulled him towards my Grans old bed. We crawled under the covers and he drew me close and smelled my hair. 'This is right, just right!' Eric mumbled and I was aware of a content and sleepy smile forming on my face. I drifted of to sleep.

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