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Prologue:
When I heard my ribs crack against his fist, I knew that I was going to die that night. Strangely enough it hadn't struck me at all before that, although it probably should have. One does not deceive Eric Northman without any retribution.
Eric's hands felt cold and hard around my throat. I was gasping for air, trying to push him off me but it was no use. "Tell me this is all a mistake; that someone is trying to frame you…" he screamed in my face. I said nothing. "Tell me" Eric almost pleaded with me despite obviously having the upper hand. But I couldn't tell him what he wanted, because what he had been told was all true and I knew that he knew that too. He slammed my head against the concrete wall. It felt like it was going to explode and for a moment I saw dancing stars in front of my eyes. The pain didn't concern me; I just didn't want to be aware that I was dying when he was doing it. I was hoping that my body would shut down soon, that I would lose consciousness before he moved in for the kill.
Eric pressed his entire body against mine, just like old times, only this time he was not going to tear my clothes off and make love to me; instead he was going to kill me. I wasn't scared. In a way I was relieved. Finally this farce had come to an end and there would be no more lies and no more pain for anyone.
I looked at the blood in his blond hair. It was all mine. The stark contrast between the red and the blond was almost beautiful, like a painting. He was still my beloved Viking, tall and handsome.
The light in the basement was starting to dim or maybe life was finally starting to leave my body. I wanted to look into his beautiful blue eyes, the eyes that I loved, one last time and tell them that it was all a horrible misunderstanding; that I was innocent, but I had betrayed them and him so badly that I couldn't. No, I wouldn't put him through that. There was no point in anymore lies or tricks – on with the show and the final curtain.
I felt his grip around my throat soften a little. I immediately took a deep breath, something I deeply regretted as my broken ribs made sure I knew they were still there waiting to collapse my lung at any minute. I continued to look away from him, focusing my gaze on the one bright spot I could find on the opposite wall, and hoping he would finish what he started soon. If Eric had any feelings left for me I knew he wouldn't let me suffer or at least I hoped he wouldn't. I wanted it to be over quick and he knew that.
Suddenly he grabbed my chin and forced me to look him straight into those heavenly blue eyes. I tried desperately to close my own eyes but the pain of his heavy body crashing into me made it impossible. I needed to focus on something so that I wouldn't start crying. I wasn't going to give him that pleasure. No, he was not going to see me cry this time. "Then… Just tell me why, I would have given you everything and anything you ever asked for…" Eric whispered with a deep sadness filling his voice.
I swallowed hard and the taste of my own blood made me gag. In truth there was nothing I could tell him. I had fucked up royally. I had never planned to fall in love, to lead him on or any of it – in fact I had been stupid enough to think that I was going to make it all work in the end, with all parties getting what they wanted and living happily ever after. I sniggered at my own foolishness. Happy endings were for fairy tales, not real life.