I was woke up in the middle of the night to someone banging on my door. I came full awake in a heartbeat, pulling on a grey cotton sweater over my tanktop and twisting my plaid pajama pants around. I heard a whimper from across the room just as my hand touched the doorknob and remembered my baby had crawled in bed with me because he couldn't sleep. His big baby blues started to tear up as he gave me the legendary puppy dog look, breaking my heart. He sniffled and his gold-blond hair fell into his eyes. I walked over to kiss his forehead, and was about to pick him up when I realied two thing:
One, it was 11 o'clock at night-right around the time the vampire world is in full swing.
And two, a shadow moved outside my window, lightning-quick, and I was holding a one-of-a-kind two-year-old that obviously knew something was wrong and on top of that was my baby to protect. I silently picked Aiden up from the twisted comforter and softly, silently, made my way over to the closet. Setting him down behind some still-unpacked cardboard boxes and extra blankets, I pulled his home-stitched blue blanket around him and put a finger to my lips. His light eyes-so much like his father's-were more serious than his age, and he moved farther back into the closet, hiding perfectly, as I carefully cracked the door. He wouldn't suffocate-I'd found that much out when I let Jason take him swimming when he was barely one and he stayed underwater for nearly five minutes (me panicking and looking for him all the while) and came up giggling like crazy. It was his..other genes. His father's genes-but he was my baby and I still loved him. Carefully slipping on my rubber boats I walked down the stairs as quietly as possible and made sure to stumble a bit; after all, what would I be without my common sense? I was supposed to be playing the role of tired human who had a long day at work and had to wake up in a few hours. I didn't bother being sneaky about it, or trying to see who was on the other side of that door-I'd know the minute that shadow moved outside my window.
Rolling my eyes, I yanked the door open.
And there he stood.
Deep crystal blue eyes met mine, gold-blonde hair cut short. He still towered over me, but the way telltale quirk of his lips as he fought back a smirk and the way he looked at me-his intense gaze taking everything about me in-sent a shudder down my spine. He was wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and black boots despite the 30-below weather and he let the smirk come out full-blown as I swallowed and refused to meet his eyes, instead searching the shadows in the treeline behind him. Too still, can't fool me. I could hear there thoughts, an subconcious buzz at the back of my mind.
"What do you want, Eric?"
He grinned, flashing fang. Leaning down, he got right in my personal space as his breath tingled against my ear. "Hello to you too, Sookie."