This fanfic is based off the characters of Charlaine Harris. I love ERIC and SOOKIE. If you read the last book, as a true E/S fan, it pissed me the FUCK off. (SPOILERS) You need to read the last book because I might add spoilers in this story. You know what, don't read the last book, don't even spend money on the last book! This fanfic is supposed to take place after Deadlocked (book 12). And Book 13 which is the latest book also the LAST BOOK. I think this is how the last book should have ended. It takes place more towards the end, after Eric's and Sookie's vampire divorce. I hope my story flows right. I did not revise my work because I am very eager to publish! Please forgive me for my grammar mistakes! Buahahaha!

As soon as the divorce proceedings took place, I left Fangtasia with my tail between my legs. I felt broken, beaten up, and defeated. Eric cut the last tie that held us together; our marriage. Yes, I wanted to be my own, but with time I accepted the fact that I was Eric's. I was his wife.

I felt hurt by his betrayal, I couldn't hold back the tears flowing down my cheeks. I passed Pam with my head down, and I could hear her calling my name.

"Sookie!" I didn't want to turn around and take out my anger on Pam, because it was not her fault, just her fucking maker's fault. I got to my car and unlocked my door as quickly as I could. Pam was by my side in that instant.

"Sookie, will you please listen to me."

"What for? What could you possibly tell me to make me feel better?"

"Sookie, Eric loves you. I know he loves you. Please, don't leave just yet."

"Why should I stay here? Wait in my car like a stalker? NO thank you, Pam. I have too much too deal with right now, and I need space. I need to leave this place!"

"Let me come with you?"

"Pam, I need to be alone." I cried some more. My hurt was unbearable. I wanted nothing more to drink my love away, and crawl up in a ball and just bury my feelings with my friends, Gin and Tonic. "Sookie, you know why Eric has to do this! He would not let you go if he could. Don't be stupid!"

"You tell him, he is dead to me. Tell him he can go screw Freyda all he wants. HE can have her. Have all the money she can offer him, and he go stake his heart for all I care. I am done with him. He's dead to me." I got into my car and drove off.

As I drove home, my mind was on that redheaded bitch and how she got what she wanted. She had an ancient Viking as her consort. Eric got what he wanted. He loved power and this was his chance to leave the small pond that he was so accustomed. I missed my uncle, Dermott. He would make me feel better about myself. I knew I couldn't drown my sorrows to Tara, because it was late and she has a family to attend. I drove to Sam's place, because he was the only one who would understand me.

I saw a light turned on in Sam's small trailer. I got out of my car and knocked lightly on his door. He was acting weird with me and I had enough of that shit. I do not think I could handle Sam abandoning me as Eric did.

Sam opened the door. He looked beat. He was shirtless, only wearing his faded blue jeans. "Hey Sookie."

"Sam, can I come in?"

He looked dazed. "Yea…" I stepped inside his trailer and I could smell alcohol. "Sam, why are you drinking? What is wrong with you, and why are you being weird with me?"

"Sookie, I…I am not acting weird with you."

"The hell you are not. I want to know why?"

"I am not. I'm dealing with a lot right now….I …."

"Sam…Eric left me… He divorced me."

Sam's mouth fell open. "Northman left you?"

I was trying to be brave. I didn't want to be a total girl and cry. "Yea…."

"Why the fuck would he do that?"

Sam's reaction caused me to laugh hysterically. He was eyeing me as if I gone bonkers!

"Sam, he divorced me and is going to marry Freyda."

"Awww, I'm sorry Sookie. I really am. If he is leaving you because he is pissed about you saving me, then.." I cut Sam off. "I don't know why he did what he did, but it is done. It is over between us." Sam walked up to me and hugged me. His natural scent was honey to my senses. I do not know if I felt lonely or vulnerable, but I grabbed Sam's face between my hands. I looked into his light brown eyes. I thought to myself being with Sam was best for me. I could be with him and my life would be simple. I can children and grow old. I kissed him with all I had. Sam pulled back and spoke, "What are you doing?"

"I am trying to seduce you?"

He stepped away from me and did two small spins. He looked lost, and confused.

"Look, I am all up for starting something with you. I care about you. You know I do, but this is not fair to me. Sookie, you can't just come here and expect me to erase your pain. You need to do that on your own. After I came back from the dead, I have had these thoughts about us. I wanted to tell you but I decided it was best to keep it to myself, until I was sure. I really care for you Sookie. I think what I feel for you might be love. I know it. But I do not want you to use me like that. I do not deserve that."

I looked at Sam with total shock on my face. I was trying to forget Eric by using Sam. I couldn't use Sam because it was not right. It was not right at all. "Sam, I am sorry. I know you care about me, and I should not have put you in this messy situation. I need to get over him. I have been with him for more than two years and I cannot just erase him overnight."

"I don't blame you, Sookie. I really don't. I understand. I think you need time, and maybe leave or do something for yourself. When you are ready to be with me, please let me know."

I hugged Sam and left immediately. He was right. I could not just use him to get over Eric. It was not fair to him or me. My heart was hurting and I needed time to recover. I drove home listening to Taylor Swift's We are never getting back together song on full blast. It was catchy and it fit my mood at this moment.

I got out of my car and went inside my home. I went to my room and undressed. A warm bath would help me unwind. I ran the water and sprinkled lavender bath salts into my tub. I walked out the bathroom to grab some coconut oil to lather on myself after my bath, I nearly tripped over myself. I felt tired and battered. I did not have the strength in me to walk. I felt ridiculous and a fool. I tried not to tell myself that bitch won, but those nasty thoughts continued to creep in. I walked into my bathroom and was stunned at what I saw standing in the tiny room. I dropped my coconut oil and the glass shattered once it hit the floor.

I felt as if the air was punched out of me….