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Eric.

Ericccccc.

ERIC.

It was a late night. All of my nights were ever since vampires entered into my life. I was lying in my bed, my mind racing, thinking about the man I missed more than anything.

'Why can't I get him out of my head? I have work in the morning and I need to go to sleep! Lying there and thinking about him is not helping me. It's been almost 2 months, but my feelings are obviously the same. No changes. None. At. All.' I thought to myself.

I knew that the choice that I was making wasn't exactly the right one, but I had to protect him. I had too make sure he NEVER killed himself for me. So if not choosing him, saved him from that horrible fate, which was the most painful choice I've ever had to make, then that is what I had to do.

He couldn't die. He just couldn't. A world without him, isn't a world worth living in.

All of the sudden, I heard a crash, like a window being broken coming from downstairs. I instantly felt fear. Since Eric still owned my house, it could be anyone. Vampire, Were-whatever, witches, fairies…

In that moment, I heard someone coming up the stairs one step at a time. I was terrified. Paralyzed by fear. The footsteps came closer to my door and stopped right outside of it. I could see someone standing there. My heart was racing.

Slowly the door opened up, and there stood the King of Louisiana himself.

"Bill Compton! You scared me half to death! What are you doing here?" I yelled at him. What the hell was he here at 1am for?

"I'm here to claim what is rightfully mine." He responded, as he walked to the side of my bed, looking down at me.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, as I suddenly got an idea about what he meant.

"Sookie you are MINE." He launched himself at me, throwing the covers off of my body, and ripping at my nightgown.

"Get off! Stop it! PLEASE DON'T!" I screamed, but he then started choking me, and I started seeing black dots where his face should of been.

"NO! YOU ARE MINE! DO YOU HEAR ME? MINE!" He shouted at me.

I just closed my eyes and waited for the pain. He was all over me, kissing, groping. I felt sick.

But just as fast as it started, it was over. I opened my eyes and saw one tall, blonde, pissed-off Viking, holding Bill around the neck.

"I believe the lady told you to stop. Maybe next time you will listen," He said in a dangerous voice . "Oh wait, my mistake, THERE WILL NOT BE A NEXT TIME!"

He left the room and I quickly followed. Eric had left the front door open, and I ran to it just in time to witness Eric ripping Bills heart out and head off. He jumped away so as to not get any blood on him and looked down at the gory pill of goo.

"Goodbye, you pathetic bastard." He said, as he spat on the blood.

I stood there shocked, just staring at the scene in front of me. Eric turned to look at me with a concerned look. He raced over and grabbed my upper arms.

"Sookie, are you hurt?" His brilliant blue eyes looking down at me.

I couldn't say anything, so I just nodded.

"Sookie, let us get you inside. Come on." He said and started to walk towards the front door, but I couldn't move. I was stuck there. He looked back at me just in time to see me fall to the ground sobbing.

He picked me up and practically flew me to my bedroom. I was sobbing and clinging to him.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, you have to believe me! I'm so sorry!" I mumbled into his shoulder as he laid me down on my bed.

"Sookie, are you sure you are not injured?" He asked in a voice barely above a whisper, as he whipped my tears away and sat down next to me.

"No, I don't think so. Oh, Eric! I'm so sorry!" I threw my arms around his neck as tears continued to fall.

"Sookie, what are you talking about? You have nothing to be sorry for." He said, as he stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head.

"I should of choose you! I shouldn't have been so stupid! But I couldn't have chosen you! Eric, what's going to happen to you now? You just killed your King!" I said quickly, and becoming more terrified by the second.

"Sookie, nothing is going to happen to me. I am King now. No one can hurt me for saving my bonded." He said to me. "And what do you mean you couldn't have chosen me?"

"Eric, you were willing to die for me! Being with me isn't safe for you! You can't die. You can't! I need you. I need you so bad." I started crying again. "Oh, Eric I need you more than anything! I love you so much!"

"Sookie, my sweet lover. I love you too! You are the first human I have ever loved. I should have come to you that night, but I wanted to give you time. I stayed away because I thought you did not want me anymore." He was hugging me back now, and I could practically feel his love for me.

We stayed that way until dawn, when he carried me down into his cubby. The last thing I head before I fell asleep was "I love you, Sookie Stackhouse."

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