A/N I claim to rights to these characters. They belong to C. Harris. I am just borrowing them.

Chapter Two

Sometimes Moonlight is Enough

I lay there thinking of Amelia's parting words to me. I felt their sting as if she has slapped my face. I had let someone else I loved down. Slowly I came to a sitting position and rose to go to the bathroom, pretty much the only reason I got up at all lately. Looking in the mirror I barely recognized myself. I mean it was me, but a very gaunt pale me. With purplish shadows under my red rimmed eyes. I looked absolutely horrendous (one of my words of the day from awhile ago). I reached up to open the medicine cabinet for my toothbrush and got a whif of myself Oh now that is just nasty Stackhouse Amelia was right I had to get myself together.

I brushed my teeth, splashed some cold water on my face then ran myself a bath. I soaked in the warm water, submerging myself and enjoying the feeling of being under water. When my toes looked like raisins and my backside felt numb I decided it was time to get out. I toweled off and went to my dresser and put on a cotton night gown. The Sun had set and the house was quiet. I was alone, and suddenly felt afraid. At least I felt something. I went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

Thankfully, there was some leftovers in the fridge from a meal Amelia made yesterday, or was it the day before? Oh well. I popped the plate in the microwave and poured myself a glass of sweet tea. I gulped down the tea not realizing how thirsty I was. I only ate half of the meatloaf a few bites of potatoes, and the green beans. I wrapped it back up and returned the plate to the fridge.

THRUMP!

The noise came from outside I nearly jumped out of my skin. Instinctively I dropped to the floor breaking out in a cold sweat and shaking all over in terror. I sat there on the floor hugging my knees to my chest. My mind was racing I culd feel my survival instincts kick in and realized that I had no intention of dying on my kitchen floor this night. I closed my eyes took a deep breath and concentrated. One blank spot. Vampire. With all the stealth I could muster I reached up and into the drawer for Gran's old wooden spoon, somebody's undead ass was getting staked tonight!

The doorbell rang. Odd. Murderers don't usually ring the bell, but this is Bon Temps. I crouched down and didn't move a muscle.

"Sookie! Are you going to let me in? I know you can hear me, open the door."

Pam. I stood and went to let her in. Pam breezed past me cocking her head slightly and raising a perfectly arched brow to eye the wooden spoon in my hand.

"You are up, this is a good sign. The Witch called and told me of her plans. Come sit we will watch television and chat. Dear Abby says maintaining dialog is integral to healing after a traumatic incident."

I just stood there clutching my spoon staring at her. If Alice in Wonderland grew up to be a soccer mom I think she'd look like Pam. Her hair cascaded onto her shoulders and looked like golden silk. Her powder pink sweater fit her perfectly-no doubt cashmere and her khakis were crisp and creased down the front. Her look was topped off by a string of pearls and her usual loafers. Her outward appearance gave no glues to her affinity for torture and kinky sex (Amelia is an insanely loud broadcaster).

"I'll get you a blood Pam." I was in no mood for company, but I wouldn't be rude. Plus, T.V. time with Pam was better than being murdered in my kitchen. After I heated up a True Blood for Pam we sat in the living room to watch television. Pam took the liberty of choosing the show or rather tape. Dr. Phil is not on at this hour so I know it was a video tape. Coincidentally, the episode was about dealing with loss and moving on. That Pam, always subtle.

I stared at the television screen barely paying attention. I could feel Pam's eye's boring a hole into the side of my face. I was starting to think that being murdered on my kitchen floor may have been less painful than this. Pam let out an entirely unnecessary sigh and I knew that meant it was time for 'dialog'. I was trying not to make my grimace obvious, but I am sure I was unsuccessful as Pam is very good at reading people. I thought about how handy that particular skill must be when she tortures people and cringed.

"So my Telepathis friend, it is good to see you up and about. "

"How is Bill?" I did not want to talk about me right now.

"He is still in the Supe Hospital, it will take time for him to heal if he heals at all."

Pam was never one to mince words. I thought of yet another death that would be a result of being involved with me and a tear ran down my cheek.

"You are leaking, what has upset you?"

I did not respond. I just sat there watching Dr. Phil link arms with his wife and exit the stage. Immediately the introduction to Oprah began. Oh for the Love of Peter. Ignoring my silence Pam went on.

"Sookie, you are young and just experiencing Life and Death. I realize that this takes Humans by surprise when it happens though it is the natural order of things. Life goes on. YOUR life must go on."

"Goodnight Pam." I stood up and went to my room. I had had enough 'dialog' for one night. I crawled into my bed and pulled the blankets up over my head. I don't know how long I laid there, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.

I awoke to cool breath on the back of my neck and a feeling of peace and tranquility. Eric. He was laying next to me stroking my hair and nuzzling my neck. Hmmm.

"Hello, Lover. How are you feeling? Pam says you got out of bed today, I am very pleased to hear that."

"Amelia is gone."

"This saddens you." It was more of a statement than a question. "You should not be here alone, perhaps you should come to stay with me in Shreveport ."

This was the second time he had offered the security of his home. I silently wondered what would have been is I had not been to proud to accept his offer the first time, before Naeve an Lochlan kidnapped me. I really did not wan to stay here alone. Maybe I should go.

"Not tonight, how about tomorrow? That will give me a chance to get some things together." I immediately felt shock and joy surge through the bond.

"As you wish my Lover." His hand began to rub up and down my arm giving me goose bumps. We had not been intimate in weeks and I could feel his arousal through the bond and pressing into my backside through his jeans. Oddly enough I felt aroused as well. I silently congratulated myself for having the foresight to bathe and brush my teeth. Perhaps Amelia and pam were right and it was time to start living again. It was time to take my first breath.

I turned over to face Eric. So beautiful. The Moonlight shining through the window glinted in his hair, his blue eyes twinkled at me with want. I leaned toward him and pressed my lips to his softly he returned my kiss gently while his hand continued to rub my arm. I parted my lips and his cool tongue entered my mouth. His hand gingerly kneading my breast I could feel that humming tingle of lust in my core that I had not felt in weeks. I broke the kiss to sit up and remove my night gown.

"Beautiful." He said breathily as he sat up to remove his shirt. We sat facing each other for a few moments looking into his eyes I felt a wave of lust from the bond mixed with something else that I could not quite put my finger on. I leaned into him kissing him with everything I had. His hands went to my breasts kneading and stroking he pinched my erect nipples between his his fingers. Eric began to kiss my chin working his way to my neck I heard a wanton moan and realized it was my own. His kisses trailed to my shoulders until he reached my breasts and took them into his mouth the tip of his fang brushed against my skin and I shuddered. After giving each one of my breast equal attention he trailed down to my navel looking at me the entire time. His cool breath blew over my curls as he kissed my inner thigh. I could feel my wetness increase as his lips pressed against my lower lips. My body shook as his tong went to work on my nub.

"Look at me Lover," he cooed.

I focused on his eyes while he brought me to the edge and back again with his mouth and fingers.

"Eric, please," I whinned lustily. He entered me and I met him stroke for stroke never breaking eye contact. He was gentle and I could tell he was holding back so he wouldn't hurt me, we climaxed together his name on my lips and mine on his. He lay there next to me and just stared into my face with a slight smile on his lips.

"Sookie."

"Hmmm?"

"Breathe."

I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had in weeks. The clock on my night table read 10:30 so I had plenty of day to get myself together before Eric came to pick me up. I went into the bathroom to get myself ready for the day. I packed my toiletries and a few things into an overnight bag and sat on the edge of the bed. I noticed how pale my legs look. Sun. I need Sun. I put on my bathing suit went into the kitchen grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed out the back door. Normally I laid out front, but today I felt more comfortable in back facing thre woods. Change things up, my new Mantra. Going to stay with Eric scared the Hell out of me, but in a good way. My way of doing things had not worked out very well so I am throwing caution to the wind and acting out of character. The Sun's warmth washed over my body and I felt more like myself than I had in weeks. I took a sip of my water and closed my eyes.

Sookie, Sookie. I heard my name being called. It was no more than a whisper. I opened my eyes and sat up looking around, but didn't see anyone. Logically, I should have felt afraid, but I didn't I felt very calm almost happy? Then I saw her walking towards me. She looked more beautiful than ever. Her skin was like fresh cream she was dressed in white and her raven hair flowed around her face as though there was a breeze, but I felt none. As she got closer I could see that she carried two bundles one in each arm.

"Sookie, I do not have much time. I am ascending and can not take them with me I know you will keep them safe." Before laying the bundles in my arms she kissed each one. Then she kissed my on my forehead. "I know you will keep them safe cousin, be well." And she was gone.

"Claudine." My voice cracked.

A/N - Please feel free to review and let me know what you think :) Excuse any errors as I have no Beta and am adrift in a sea of fiction.