All characters and whatnot belong to the awesome Charlaine Harris. I had some crazy inspiration one day, and this is what resulted.
It had been almost two weeks since I had seen or spoken with Eric, and I missed him terribly. Two weeks ago, there had been a fight in my front lawn, and one of the casualties was Eric's maker, Appius Livius Ocella. I wasn't the one who killed him, though I had thought about it just before the deed was done by a fairy. At first, Eric has seemed upset with me, but before he left me that night, things seemed alright between us. He had told me that there were things he needed to shore up, but as soon as he could, he would be with me again, and we would make up for the time we had lost.
The night after the fight, I had called to check on Pam, since she had been injured where the incident initially began, at Eric's house, and made sure that she was healing well. She had told me that Eric was in a meeting, but that she would tell him that I had called. A few more days went by, and still no word. I tried to call a few times, and even headed over to his house, but seemed to miss him each time. It was almost as if he was avoiding me.
At first, I could feel him through our blood bond. It was very strained, but I could still feel a hint of him in my mind. At night I could feel his anger and rage. I wished I knew what was upsetting him so much, and I could only hope that it wasn't me.
On this particular night, exactly two weeks from the last time I had seen or spoken with Eric, I finished my shift at Merlottes, and headed home. I made myself some tea, which, thanks to Amelia, had grown on me, and headed out to my front porch to enjoy the night air, and try to figure out what to do about Eric and me.
I had finally come to the following conclusion: I was going to break the blood bond. I needed to do it for a few reasons. First, I needed to know for sure that what I felt for Eric was one hundred percent for real. That there was no possibility that the blood bond was influencing it. I also wanted to try to give us a fresh start. We seemed almost to be forced back into the relationship that we were in now. Not that I minded where we were, but there was nothing really natural about it. I couldn't help it if I wanted to at least try for a little normalcy in my otherwise very un-normal existence.
There was only one person who I could think of to help me with my plan. She answered on the third ring.
"Hello?", she said, groggy.
"Amelia, it's Sookie. Listen, I know it's late, but I need your help."
"Sure Sookie, anything. Are you okay?"
"No, but I will be. Remember how you told me you and Octavia could remove the blood bond from Eric and I? Well, I think it's about time that we took a look into that."
There was a pause, I could feel her wanting to question me on what changed over the last 10 hours, since I had spoken with her earlier in the day, and poured my heart out to her about how things hadn't changed on the Eric front, and how sad it made me to think that, even though nothing but trouble happens when I'm around him, I think I was actually going to miss him if we weren't the same as we had been before.
I would miss our… friendship. Yep, that's right, Eric was, above all things, one of the best friends I have ever had. Since I had none of my usual vampire distractions over the last two weeks, and nothing but time to thing about everything, I had realized that Eric, Eric Northman, sheriff of Area 5, was one of my best friends if nothing else. When I really took a look at it, he had never lied to me, he was willing to do anything for me, he listened to me when I needed someone to talk to even if he wasn't interested in the subject, and I trusted him, with my life. If everything else failed, I hoped that I would still at least be able to call him my friend.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do Sookie?"
"Positive."
"Give me a day to get what we will need together, and then head out here?"
"Sounds fine. I'm working tomorrow, but I have the next two days after that off. Should I just head over there when I get off work tomorrow?"
"That works, see you then. Good night Sookie."
"Thanks Amelia, good night."
I tried to call Eric one last time before I went back into my house, but there was no answer. I sent him my usual nightly text message, "Miss you. Call me?", but as usual, got no response. I cleaned up a bit in the kitchen, grabbed a quick snack, and headed off to bed. The sooner tomorrow came, the better.