EPOV
I turn over and wake up to yet another nameless blond. I really need to cut this shit out. I get dressed quickly not wanting to wake her. I really don't want to deal with the whole" When am I going to see you again crap" that was not my style. I was a love em and leave em type of guy. At least now anyways. I wasn't always. I hopped on the train to make my way back to my dorm room at oxford.
I was five when I met Sookie Stackhouse. I made my way over to her house the day after we moved in. My English was not so great at that time, but we managed to get by. We became fast friends. Inseparable really. Kids used to make fun of us, since at that age cooties was still a big thing, but I did not care. She was my Sookie.
We stayed friends all through grade school and into middle school. It was time for the first dance and I planned to take Sookie. I was also going to ask her to be my girlfriend that night. If I'm truly honest with myself, I loved her from the time I was twelve. She got so mad about that dance and ended up fighting with me. I tried to make her jealous by taking some Lauren chick to the dance and it worked. By the next day she was my girlfriend and stayed that way for the next year. Amazing at that age really. But I knew who I wanted.
My parent's had moved me to Shreveport Prep for eighth grade. We stayed together for awhile but the pressures of school and football got to me and in a moment of weakness I broke up with her. I immediately regretted it. I kept trying to talk to her but she avoided me. I tried to talk to her at her parent's anniversary party but she brought a date. I ended up sucker punching the guy. Years later we ended up friends. Go figure. By the end of the summer before high school, I managed to repair our friendship and ended the summer with her as my girlfriend once again.
We started high school together at Shreveport Prep and remained together until I was forced by my parent's to leave. Sookie was my first everything. First kiss; first hand job, first blow job, the first and only girl I ever made love to. On the night of our second anniversary I gave her a promise ring. I might have only been sixteen, but I had every intention of making good on my promise. I planned on marrying her one day. Our junior year went well, and we started making plans for the future. We were going to live together, get engaged officially and marry after college graduation.
Summer before senior year it all fell apart. We had been working together as lifeguards at the community pool all summer, so we spent all our time together. For her seventeenth birthday I took her camping at the lake all weekend and we had a great time swimming and making love. I knew at that moment I was a goner and I was with my future wife and eventual mother of my children I would not have had it any other way. A week later my grandfather died. Everything changed for us that night.
Devastated at the thought of leaving Sookie, I climbed into her bedroom window and begged her to marry me. In my seventeen year old brain I thought if we got married, we could stay together. Our father's caught us before we had the chance. I was totally serious I wanted her and would have married her with no regrets. We were forbidden to see each other any more and I was whisked off to Sweden two days later, not even being able to say goodbye to her.
I got in a lot of trouble for my stunt. I was grounded and forbidden from using the computer. Once I got to school, I emailed her the first thing begging her not to give up on us. She answered the next day that she would never. We kept in touch via email and eventually IM when we were no longer grounded. Father had been putting a lot of pressure on me to apply to Oxford since both he and grandfather went there. I did apply but I also applied to all the school's Sookie and I talked about. We both got into Berkeley and planned on going together.
I got acceptance to Oxford and father informed me it was the only school he would pay for. I checked with Berkeley and since my parent's still claimed me as a tax deduction I would be unable to get a loan until they didn't. So at least one year. I emailed Sookie to let her know what was going on, and she cut off contact with me. She changed her email and refused to answer my calls.
By the time I graduated it had been months since I'd had any contact with Sookie. After my graduation I took all my money and got a plane ticket to Shreveport. I took a suitcase full of clothes and planned on leaving my life behind for a life with Sookie. I'd go to Berkeley with her, get a job and a place for us to live and after I year I'd start college as well. I had it all planned. My flight landed late, so I missed the ceremony but I knew Amelia would be having a party so I made my way there. With nothing but my suitcase of clothes and my grandmother's engagement ring in my pocket. She passed away shortly after grandfather. Before she died she told me to give it to the girl I planned on marrying. She knew all about Sookie. And was my only ally.
After getting to the party I set out to look for Sookie. I did not find her so I looked for Amelia.
"Where's Sookie?" I ask
"ERIC ! What the hell are you doing here?" she asked.
"I've come for Sookie. Where is she?"
"Her parents sent her on a vacation with her Gran. She's been in such bas shape since you left"
"Damn"
"She won't be back for two weeks. You can crash here. My parents are in Europe."
"Thanks' I reply.
"You really love her don't you?' she asked.
'More than anything Amelia. I'm going to marry her." I take the ring out of my pocket and show it to her.
We talked for about an hour. Amelia filled me in on just how bad Sookie took my leaving. I was not much better. I instead chose to drown my sorrows in alcohol. Not in the mood to party I head up to her guestroom for the night. I managed to stay at her house for three days, until father showed up to drag me back to Sweden.
After a lot of arguing I went back to Sweden with father. I was hoping to get an email from Sookie, but after a month and still no email, I figured she was never going to contact me. I still wonder to this day if Amelia ever told her I came. Sookie practically had a mental breakdown after I left.
I spent the summer getting drunk and partying. I just wanted to forget. When it came time to head to Oxford I went like the dutiful son. School was fine. I made some friends but still never went near other women. First year ended and I headed back to Sweden for the summer. Toward the end of the summer I got really drunk one night and fucked some girl. I threw up afterwards, disgusted with myself.
I eventually got over that. Not looking to get into another relationship I hooked up with every girl or woman that came my way. I was cruel and heartless to these woman and they ate it up. By the final year of school I had quite the reputation. I did not care who I had sex with or how many, having participating in more than one orgy.
With only a few weeks left of university I studied for my finals, partied and fucked. I still thought of Sookie from time to time. Usually when I did, I find some nameless blond and fuck the hell out of her. I'd feel like shit for days after. My mother worried for me, but father seemed almost proud at my escapades. They had my sister to worry about anyhow. At sixteen she announced to my parent's that she was a lesbian. She came to England to stay with me for a few weeks since things got really tense at home.
After graduation I backpacked through Europe partying and fucking my way through all the countries. When fall came I took my rightful place as the newest executive at Northman Enterprises next to my father.
The very next year Pam ran off to become a model in New York City. They went after her but she refused to come back. Good for her. She had more back bone than I did. I just fell in line.
By the time I turned twenty-five I rarely if ever thought of Sookie anymore. I was busy building my career. I was named the youngest VP at the company and a lot of people thought I got it on sheer nepotism but I worked my ass off to get that position. I dated casually, never committing to anyone.
When I was twenty-six I was called on a business trip to Shreveport. I normally avoided going there like the plague but there was no way out if it that time. I did my business and finally on the last night there I fought my demons and ended up at Sookie's parent's home.
I knocked on the door and Mrs. Stackhouse answered. "Eric Northman, Oh my god!" she screamed and grabbed me into a hug.
Hello Mrs. Stackhouse, how are you?" I ask
Our parents had remained friends throughout the years so she mentioned to me she'd just spoken to mother last week.
"Is Sookie here by chance?"
'Oh sweetheart she lives in Los Angeles now." She told me.
"Oh" I reply.
'I guess since she went to Berkeley it made sense to stay in California."
"Oh no honey, she went to LSU. After graduation her and Amelia moved." She told me.
"Why did she go to LSU?" I ask
"Oh Eric, she fell apart after you moved. Her grades suffered so they revoked her acceptance." She tells me.
Oh man. Now I feel like a real shit. I should have never come here.
"Oh I'm so sorry." I say
"Honey that was years ago. I'm sure by now you've both moved on" she replies. Yeah right guess again.
We visit for about an hour and I decide to get going. She hugs me goodbye and tells me to stop in again next time I'm in town. Fuck. If I can help it I never plan on returning to Louisiana again.
Once I get home I started dating a woman named Felicia. Father had been pressuring me that it was time to settle down and get married. Felicia came from the right kind of family so it just fit. After six months she moved in and after we had been together a year I proposed. I told her I loved her, but I really did not. I was going through the motions of what was expected of me. I cheated on her left and right. I definitely did not love her; I could not bare to give her my grandmother's ring. Instead opting to buy one.
Two weeks before the wedding I called the whole thing off. It was a social embarrassment for my family. I could have cared less. I would be work for the company and prepare to someday run it but there was no way in hell I was going to get married. Fuck that.
Needing to get away I called up Pam and she told me to come visit. In the last year she had retired from modeling and moved to Shreveport of all places and opened a nightclub called Valkyire. It was a raging success. She chose early on not to have anything to do with the family business. She had been estranged from my parent's since she was seventeen.
I boarded a plane to Shreveport and Pam met me at the airport. She dropped me off at my hotel and I promised to come see her at the club that night.
I enter the club and go to find Pam. I see her chatting up a hot looking red-head.
"Hey big brother, this is Jessica" she introduces.
I say my greetings and go to the bar to get a drink. I join Pam at her table.
"You've done great here sis" I tell her.
"I'm happy unlike you Brother."
"I'm happy Pamela" I seeth.
"Oh yeah right. Last time I remember you happy was when you where seventeen" she snarks.
"Whatever" I retort
"So what ever happened to Sookie?" she asks slyly.
'Fuck if I know Pam. That was high school" I tell her.
"Well you might find out soon enough" She comments and glances across the bar.
I look over and there she was …. My Sookie. I felt like my heart stopped.
"What the fuck Pam?"
"Oh yeah did I forget to tell you. I met her again six months ago right after the club opened. She did a write up for the Shreveport Times for the club. She had just moved back from LA."
What a bitch. She's known Sookie for six month and never told me.
"How the fuck could you keep this from me Pam!" I yell.
"I thought you did not care about her. Hmm guess not." She comments and get's up to check on some things.
I sit nursing my drink for about a half hour debating whether or not to go over. Finally I give in and get up to make my way over to her. Walking toward her she has her back turned. She's with Amelia. I motion to Amelia to not alert her of my presence and tap her on the shoulder.
She whips around and I say "Hi Sookie" and smile.
She glances at me for a moment and than proceeds to turn around and walk away.
I yell for her to wait and when she turns around to answer me some drunken asshole knocks her down and she hits her head on the ground.
I run over to her gathering her in my arms and take her back to my hotel.
