Sookie sat across the room from Eric.
Now that Marnie was dead and he had his memory back, things had changed. No longer did they drink each other's blood to become one, or did they spend all day having sex.
"Get out my house" Sookie mumbled, now glaring at Eric with a death stare.
"Why should I?" He smirked evilly, "I own it" his fangs were showing and Sookie felt threatened by how hostile he suddenly seemed. After Marnie had cast that spell that caused him to lose his memory, he depended on her. She took him in and helped him with everything he needed. He was so innocent and didn't want to believe a single thing he had done in the past...but now he was gone...dead as the woman who had brought him to light.
"It's still my fucking house! I never decided to sell it! That was all on Jason!" Sookie raised her voice to try and over power Eric's stare, it was so strange...how she used to love him...but now she hates him with every fibre of her being.
"Very well" Eric sounded calm and collected as he stood up and left the house, hesitating when the door squeaked.
Have to get that fixed.
Sookie went into the kitchen and attended to the dishes in the sink, glancing at the corner were her Grandmother, Adele Stackhouse had died.
"Never trust a fucking vampire" She said through clenched teeth, and what was funny was she loved both the guys at some point...Bill and Eric...But now she was unsure.
She hated Eric but some part deep beneath the layers of reasoning and conscience in her mind loved him. Bill was much simpler, she liked him as a friend and loved him like a partner.
Their vampires...how the fuck are you going to have a relationship with a dead person who won't stop living?
Sookie sank to the floor...Bon Temps had its fair share of handsome guys, but none really appealed to her. She cried and cried for hours...
How come whenever you want someone, you can't have them? Yet if you don't want them, they are fucking everywhere.
Eric came running in out of nowhere.
"Fixed the door"
Wait...that means he's been here for ages...how long was I crying for?
Eric looked sympathetic towards Sookie, and she stood up; then kissed him, hard.
End (A/N: No porno for you)