Dead Silence

All Main Characters Belong to Charlaine Harris

I'm only in love with Eric Northman


I haven't heard from Eric since the killing of Victor Madden and that was three months ago. My calls to him have not been returned. My requests to see him have gone unanswered; when I go to Fangtasia I am always told that he is not available to see me at this moment. "What do you mean he can't see me? I am his fucking wife!" I have had to be carried out a few times because of my anger. When Anna walked me out, she looked as if she wanted to tell me but something stopped her. No one will help me. I have asked for Pam. She is not available to me. Pam has not returned my calls. Pam usually comes for a visit and nothing; neither hide nor hair of her. I haven't seen him or Pam and it is driving me crazy. This is not like him to go this long and not have some kind of contact with me. This is unbelievable. I cannot get in touch with my husband!

My husband; when I repeat the phrase to myself it aches. Now that he is gone, I finally decide to acknowledge our marriage. He has always wanted me to be proud of being his wife. I was; I just didn't know it. Where is my husband? I didn't realize that I loved him all on my own until Amelia and I dissolved the bond. It took that to happen for me to realize that I love him all on my own. It's first dark dammit; I'm going to find my husband. I am going to Shreveport. I make sure that I have the key to his house because I am going to find him. He should be awake and getting dressed by the time that I get there. Maybe this time, I will move in with my husband. A wife should be with her husband. Why did I remove the bond? How could I be so fucking stupid? I am a determined woman. I will see him.

As I'm driving to his house, I realize how empty I feel inside. I've been feeling empty ever since Amelia and I fucked up. When I could feel him, I felt everything from love to hate from contentment to anger from companionship to loneliness. Emptiness was never the emotion that I wanted to feel. I only wanted to be sure that I loved him all on my own. And I do. I just wanted to make sure that the love was real. It was real and now I want it back! I want him back! I love him. I love him. I love him. When I get closer to his house, my heart does flip flops. His car is in the driveway. He must be here. Please let him be here. Maybe he thought that I did not want to see him. Maybe he thought that I had ended it. "Please be home, baby."

Once I enter through the kitchen, I know that he is not here. I take off my shoes and run through the house. "Eric!" I yell as I walk through the kitchen. When I go into the living room, I yell for him again. I run to every room; his office, the den, the guest room and he is not here. He has left me no letter. He has left me nothing. He has just left me. Oh … I haven't checked his room! My eyes are so filled with tears that I cannot see.

I go to his resting chamber and he is not there. His bed looks as if it has not been slept in at all; in months for that matter. I run to the room that he says is mine. Maybe he left me a letter there; nothing. I go back to his chamber and throw myself onto his bed. I bury my face into his pillow and I inhale him into me. I am completely frantic. I sit up and look around his room. I need him close to me. I feel as I if am dying inside. I take a worn shirt from his clothes hamper and put it on. It's all that I have that smells strongly of him. I close my eyes and I remember his smile, his taste, his eyes, his touch, and his love. I begin to cry as I remember that he is gone. I snuggle onto my husband's pillow and cry. "I'm so sorry Eric." I cry until I fall asleep.

I sit up in bed quickly. I hear someone in the house. Eric! "Eric!" I yell as I run down the hall. "Baby, I'm so sorry." My smile and joy are wiped from my face once I realize who it is. I fall back into the nearest chair. "de Castro," I say.

Felipe de Castro looks at me and there's nothing in his eyes. They are as dead as they've always been. He slowly walks towards me. "Miss Stackhouse. It is always a pleasure to see you."

"It's Mrs. Northman and you know that. My name is Sookie Northman. I am Eric Northman's wife." I replace my happy smile with hate. He doesn't deserve a smile.

"Right," he says slowly. "You were his wife."

"What do you mean 'were'? He is still my husband. Why are you all so determined to take him away from me? His maker has even tried to destroy us from beyond the grave but I will not let it happen. He is my husband. He loves me. Eric loves me."

"For now you are right. Since you are still his wife, I have an obligation to let you know what is going to happen. I have decided that Eric will honor his maker's wishes and he will marry the Queen of Oklahoma. As you know, he cannot have a human wife and a vampire wife. Since she is a lot more powerful than you are and has so much more to offer, he will be her King. Their marriage will secure my place as the King of Louisiana, Nevada, and Arkansas." Thoughtfully, De Castro looks at me. "Why could you not tell that I was not Eric when I walked into this house Miss. Stackhouse? Has the bond been dissolved?" He looks disappointed. One would think that he would be happy about it.

"No," I lied. "I've been feeling like he is too far away from me. I was only hoping that he was home." I am so glad that I cannot be glamoured. Gran did not raise a liar but I have to keep this quiet.

He looks at me suspiciously but he keeps talking about going to Bon Temps and she wasn't there and some other nonsense that I did not hear or understand. His lips are moving but there is no sound. "Where is Pam?" I ask him. I can tell that he does not like that I have interrupted him but I don't care. He keeps talking as if I did not ask him a question. "Did you not hear me? Where the fuck is Pam?"

De Castro drops his fangs and looks at me with interest and viciousness. "My, my, my you are a feisty little one when you don't get your way. You may be a valuable asset to my kingdom but you will show me respect young Miss. Stackhouse."

"And you will do the same. You will show me respect and address me by my married name; Mrs. Eric Northman."

He laughs at me and not a damned thing is funny. "I will humor you Miss. Stackhouse and tell you where she is. She is with her maker. She has been told that she has to stay with her maker until after the marriage." He laughs. "She's a little spitfire just like you Miss. Stackhouse. She is as stubborn and determined as you are. She was just as stubborn and determined to stay close to you. She did not agree with her maker marrying Freyda. She said that you are his true wife. She said that you are his true love. And I must say that I believe her."

I begin to cry. He watches me as if he's never seen anyone cry before. "Why do you believe her?" I ask between sobs.

"Because when he was given his choices, there was pain on his face. He tried his best to hide it but he could not. I never believed that vampires could love but Eric has proven me wrong. He truly loves you. I don't know what you've done to him Miss. Stackhouse, but he loves you. Anyway, Pam did not want to see either of you hurt. The night that he was taken, she tried to go to you. She did not want to see you suffer any type of pain; emotionally or physically. She was determined to protect you but she realized differently after she had to be shown the error of her ways."

I cry for my husband and my friend. "What did you do to her?"

With a smug look and an evil smirk he says, "Just know that she has healed." I hate him. How can a vampire that wears a cape and high heeled boots be so menacing and so cruel?

"You said that Eric had to make a choice. What choice did he have to make? And by the way, you are not a vampire of your word. You said that you would protect me. You know that taking Eric away from me leaves me unprotected. And I hope that you don't think that I'm going to be yours. It's never going to happen. You are not my type."

If I had blinked I would have missed him. He snatched me up by my shoulders roughly and he said to me, "If you ever question my honor again I will fucking drain you myself. It will not matter if you're a valuable asset or not. Do you understand me?"

Before I could catch myself, I stuck my tongue out at him. I have never heard him laugh before. He dropped me onto the couch. "Miss. Stackhouse you are a delight." He sits beside me on the couch and takes my hand. It makes me want to throw-up all over his shiny black cape and high heeled black boots. "Eric has to pay for killing Victor. I know that Eric was saving his area and his vampires. Victor was costing me money but Eric cost me a lieutenant. Victor was not trustworthy and I know that he was planning on trying to overthrow me. I was going to keep Victor around until after I got a handle on this Freyda issue. I had planned on killing him myself." He leans in and whispers (as if anyone else were here), "He was working with Freyda. Eric did me a favor but he left me unprotected; so to speak. Freyda wants my kingdoms and she is very powerful; you just don't know how powerful she really is. She could have beaten me. She wanted to have Northman as trade; him for leaving my kingdoms alone. I gave her Northman; with the help of his maker."

"You are doing a lot of talking not to have said anything that I want to hear. What were Eric's choices?" I brace myself for the answer; I hold my head down with my eyes closed. It had to have been no other option for him to leave me. It had to be.

"It was either that I turn you or he marries Freyda. Which do you think he chose, Miss. Stackhouse?" The tears have stopped and now all I feel is anger. He takes my hand into his and he holds my face up to his and looks into my eyes. I can feel the pressure behind my eyes. He is trying to glamour me.

"Don't you touch me!" I jerk my hand away from him. "And you stop that! Glamour does not work on me. I thought you knew that." I look back at my hands and I brace myself. He's getting married. I whisper to myself, "He's getting married. But you're my husband Eric." My silent tears turn to sobs.

"He was your husband and yes he is getting married. But cheer up Miss. Stackhouse; you are invited to the wedding."

Son of a bitch; I said that I would never do this again but they keep making me.

I'm going to have to kill De Castro.