Everlasting Light:

Sookie's POV

I had never felt the light from my hands leave me with such strength, such force. As the witches were chanting, I heard Jason's frantic, scared pleas in my mind and I knew I had to do everything in my power to stop Marnie.

I felt Eric. I had felt his emotions since we exchanged blood, but since his memories returned, he had been blocking his emotions from me. Not now. I felt his anger, his fear, his helplessness. I had never wanted to protect him more than I did in that moment.

I didn't focus on my fear to channel my light. I focused on my love-my love for Eric. I knew that only I could save him, and I knew that if I didn't save him, I would not be able to go on through this world without him.

I thought about Eric, and his declarations of love-under the curse, and then with his memories. I thought about our loving, tender moments together; before and after the witches showed up in our world. I focused on my feelings for him, for my undying love, and I felt the light surge through me. It was as if the light was spewing out of my pores, shining brightly on the evil that surrounded me, forcing it back into its dark corner.

Relief flooded through me, and I knew that Eric was safe. I only had a moment of triumph before Marnie turned to me, hatred flaring in her eyes, and began to cast a spell. I wondered if she was taking away my memories as well. I tried to move, tried to look away, but something was holding me in place. My feet were planted on the floor; my eyes were forced to stay on hers. I was to watch my punishment play out.

When the fire circled around me, I was finally able to move my feet. I turned in a circle, looking for a way out. I tried not to panic, but could not help the feeling once I realized that there was no way out for me. I was to burn. My meek, mortal life was about to end slowly, torturously. I looked up to see Tara, my best friend since childhood, stare at me in horror. "Stop!" she yelled to Marnie, but Marnie ignored her, chuckling darkly while watching me. She was satisfied with my punishment.

I turned away from her, and attempted to calm my nerves. I needed to focus, to keep calm. But as I approached the flames, thinking perhaps I could jump over them, they rose and flickered toward me. The heat on my face was not soothing. It was instead terrifying. I felt the flames touch my clothes, and I looked down to make sure the fire did not already begin to burn me. I noticed that my shirt was singed, and my panic finally began to set in and take over. The flames crept closer to me, and the smoke seeped in to my chest and lungs, choking me.

I faced the door and looked past Marnie, hoping to catch a glimpse of Eric outside. I knew he couldn't get in, but I wanted him to be the last thing I saw before I died. The flames rose even higher around me, and I could barely see through them now. I felt as though I was already burning, the heat was so intense.

I heard a scream, and realized after a few moments that it was coming from me.

I couldn't die. After everything, I knew I couldn't die this way. I was just learning whom I was, and I was getting my life back together. While I felt confused over my love for Bill, I knew I wanted to work on my relationship with Eric. I had never felt so safe and so loved before him.

"Eric," I sobbed quietly. I felt tears run down my cheeks. I felt myself crumble. The flames inched closer, and death was on the horizon. Will I see Gran? I wondered. Will I go back to Faery?

I put my hands over my face and shook my head. I refused to believe that I was about to die. I needed Eric. I needed to kiss him one last time. I needed to tell him that I only wanted him. That I would do anything for him; even die for him just as he was about to only a few minutes ago.

"Eric," I said louder, my tears not stopping. I heard Marnie chuckle again, and I felt an overwhelming surge of hatred. I had never felt so much hate for another being. Perhaps it was my hatred, along with Eric's that I felt. I wasn't sure. All I knew was that if I was going to die, I wanted to take Marnie and her pathetic cult out with me.

I focused on not only my hatred, but my fear and love as well. I focused every part of my being on getting out of here. I began to shake, and hyperventilate. I could barely breathe.

I felt my skin tingle, and I brought my hands up in front of me. I registered a look of shock on Marnie's face, but ignored her and focused on the task at hand: Get out.

My body shook harder, and my stomach quivered. I felt a pull from my gut, and the tingles on my body increased and intensified.

I saw my life flash before my eyes. I saw my parents, and Jason as a child. We were having a cook out at our home, in the backyard. I had just heard my first thought, and was scared. I saw myself hiding from Uncle Bartlett. I saw my parent's funeral, and telling Gran about my abuse. I saw her pull a gun on her brother and chase him out of the house. I saw myself in school, being picked on; tears were running down my face. I saw Tara and myself laying outside under the sun, laughing. I saw my high school graduation. I saw my first day at Merlotte's, and the lust and longing in Sam Merlotte's eyes.

I saw meeting Bill. I saw our first kiss, first fight, first time we made love. I saw meeting Eric, on his throne, and the look in his eyes: lust and curiosity. I saw Dallas, and seeing Eric, really seeing him, for the first time. I saw learning who Bill really was, and saw Eric looking at me with remorse after he told me. I saw finding Eric on the road, and taking care of him. Loving him.

I saw him loving me.

I felt an intense energy shoot through me when I pictured that last memory and kept it burning in my mind, my heart. I screamed, "Eric!" and raised my hands up toward the ceiling. I looked at the light, my light. The color was amazing as it shot up in the air, toward the clear sky. Yellow, red, blue and purple blended together, creating a color scheme of my emotions. I remember thinking deliriously that the colors looked beautiful next to the stars and the dark sky.

I watched as my light, my essence, break through the shield that was keeping Eric from entering, from coming to me, and I felt a rush of relief.

I would be able to see him before I died.

I collapsed on my knees to the ground and shut my eyes. I felt the flames touch my feet and legs, but barely registered the pain.

I was breathing heavily, and felt dizzy. I had used all of my energy, and now all I wanted was to rest, to close my eyes, and forget the world around me.

I heard Marnie scream, and I felt more magic drift through the air.

I no longer felt the heat. I no longer felt confined to the flaming circle.

Before I opened my eyes, I wondered if I had died.

"Sookie?" a voice called to me. I felt a cool hand press to my cheek and recognized the touch.

I slowly opened my eyes and gazed into his deep blue ones. Love, worry, and fear burned brightly in them. I smiled a small, tender smile to him. My eyes felt heavy and my body felt weak.

"You were the last thing I wanted to see," I murmured, before my world went black.

Eric's POV:

I cradled Sookie's limp body in my arms, and stared down at her pale form in horror. Our bond was weakening, signaling her impending demise. I let out of roar of pain and cradled her body to mine. I knew I couldn't lose her, not when I had just found her. Not when I finally had her.

I used my teeth to remove my glove and move my shirt away from my wrist. I pierced the skin of my wrist with my fangs, and pressed them to Sookie's mouth. I opened her mouth more with my other hands and poured my blood down her throat.

She was not swallowing.

I felt myself begin to panic as I heard Sookie's heart rate slow down, and watched as she grew more and more pale. The bite marks on my wrist healed, and I opened them again, pressing my wrist to her mouth once more.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, cradling her body closer to mine. Her breathing was shallow, almost non-existent. "Please, please, my love. Drink."

I begged and pleaded for her to drink. I barely registered Pam walking over to where I was sitting, cradling Sookie's body to mine. I was still angry with Pam, and ignored her presence. Pam knelt down next to Sookie and looked her over, and looked back up to me, pity and worry etched on her face. I continued to ignore her, not wanting to take any more attention away from Sookie. I focused on our bond and found it weakening even more.

Her time to die was coming.

I knew that she would die someday. It was one of the reasons why I tried to ignore my feelings for her. I knew that I would have to watch her grow old and die. She was mortal. I will admit that I often wondered if she would allow me to change her, but since finding out she was Fairy, I did not know if that would even be possible.

So I knew I was to watch her die.

But I didn't think the day would come so soon.

I saw in my peripheral vision Pam moving her hand slowly over to Sookie's neck, and I jerked my face toward her, growling. I cradled Sookie's body closer to mine, and glared at Pam, baring my fangs to her. The warning was clear: back the fuck off.

Pam raised her hands in surrender and stared back in to my eyes. "I only wish to help, Eric. Please, please believe me. I don't want her to die."

My eyes narrowed, and I first did not believe her, but I felt from our bond that she was sincere. I slowly moved Sookie's body toward Pam, and eyed Pam carefully, making sure she kept to her promise.

Pam looked down at Sookie, and commented, "She still has your blood in her mouth, but she has not swallowed it."

I nod.

A low growl hummed in my chest as I watched Pam put her hand on Sookie's throat, and slowly massage it. The growl was not a warning to stop, but to be careful. Pam got the hint. I looked back down at Sookie, and my eyes softened as I noticed her breathing slowing a little more as each minute passed. I had no idea what had happened to her. I didn't know if it was the witch who did this, or the magnificent light that I saw burst through the sky.

I heard a gurgle sound and looked down closer to Sookie. I watched as her throat started moving up and down, and heard her swallowing. I was elated. I knew my blood would heal her. I moved my already healed wrist from her mouth, and watched as her eyes fluttered open. They were blood shot, and had dark circles under them. Her skin was not as pale, but was also not back to its normal glow. Whatever happened to her, it had drained her of all of her energy. I hoped my blood would replenish her.

She sighed and looked up at me. My heart melted, and I couldn't help but smile down at her. I was so thankful to see those beautiful eyes gazing up at me again. I stroked her cheek and hair, and felt my dead heart overflow with love that she was still here with me.

You can never leave me. I told her silently. I couldn't bare it.

She smiled softly at me, and I saw her love for me in her eyes. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen in my thousand years.

"Hello, love," I said softly.

"Hi," she said with a small smile. "What happened?"

I sighed, and looked around the room at the bloody mess that surrounded us. Death and blood were the scents that filled the air. Bill, Pam, and Jessica let only a few survive. The survivors, Tara and another Merlotte's waitress included, were glamoured in to forgetting the war scene that broke out here. I killed the head witch before I realized that Sookie was lying lifeless on the floor. After I saw that, my only thought was of her, my only actions were for her.

"We stormed in once you broke the protection spell. I killed Marnie, and Lafayette and his lover released Antonia's soul. I found you lying on the floor, barely alive, and gave you my blood."

She sighed and nodded her head, telling me she heard and understood me, despite still being weak. I gently picked her up and began walking toward the exit when Bill interrupted.

"Eric, you can not leave. There is still much to be done here."

I stopped and looked back to him, my hatred for him burning in my eyes and spat, "I am done here. I am taking my bonded home."

I turned and continued walking, until his voice stopped me once more, "As your King, I command you to stay!"

I turn toward him slowly, and I prepare to tell him exactly what I think of him and his
"crown" when a weak, beautiful voice stops me.

"Shut up, Bill," Sookie says softly, but there is anger behind her words.

I look down at her and see her glaring at him. I feel pride, love, and hope. Hope that she realizes that she should not love him. He is unworthy of her.

"I am going home, and Eric is taking me. You are King, as you so humbly put it. You take care of this mess. It's your job."

I watched as Bill huffed and looked at Sookie with wounded eyes. I try not to smile.

"You heard the Fairy Princess, Bill."

"Sookie…" he said softly, looking hurt and pathetic.

"I want to go home, Bill. Eric is taking me back to our house, and you can talk to him tomorrow about whatever you want. But I need him right now. And I need to go home."

My heart soared hearing her call the farmhouse our home, and I leaned down and kissed her softly on her forehead.

I start walking away again, and heard Pam following close behind me. "You will drive." I tell her, leaving no room for her to argue. I had been tempted to force her to leave before when she disobeyed me, but became to focused on Sookie to even pay Pam any more attention. She would be punished for her disobedience later, I decided.

I climbed in to the backseat of my van as Pam went to the driver's side. She started the car and drove toward Sookie's farmhouse. I sat in the back, Sookie still cradled in my arms. I could not let her go or stop staring at her. I was so afraid that she would leave me. I couldn't let her leave me.

"I'm okay, Eric. Just tired," Sookie said weakly.

"You need more blood," I tell her, and extended my fangs, preparing to bite my wrist.

"No, Eric. I have already taken too much. I just need to rest and eat. You know, human stuff," she told me, her mouth turning up on the ends. I say nothing, and concede to her wishes. For now. Tomorrow night I will try again. I hope to form another bond with her soon. Her brush with death made me realize, even more so than I already did, how much I want and need her. I need to feel that unity the bond brings once more. I hope she will allow it, and want it too.

My thoughts are broken when I feel her hand brush my cheek. I focus my eyes back to hers and she looks at me with her brows furrowed. "What are you thinking about?"

I smile, "I thought you liked not knowing what I'm thinking?"

She rolls her eyes, and says, "Yes, I enjoy not hearing your every thought. But some thoughts I would like to know."

I smile briefly, before my expression turns serious once more. I move a stray hair out of her face and stroke her forehead and cheek. "I was just thinking about how much I love you. How I can't lose you. I couldn't bare it."

Sookie nods, and says softly, "I thought I was going to die. You were the last person I wanted to see. I hated the thought of losing you when I just finally gave in to you."

"You won't ever lose me, my love. I will always be here. We will be together, for as long as possible. I will never let anything else harm you, you have my word."

"Don't make those kind of promises, Eric. Now we'll have another situation to deal with soon. You've jinxed us."

I smile, "I am man of my word. Even if more enemies come our way, they will not hurt you."

"But they will hurt you. Which will hurt me."

"Shall we leave then?"

She looks up at me with confusion. "Leave?"

"Yes, leave Louisiana. Travel the world. Visit all of the world's wonders. I can take us. I told you I would leave this all behind to be with you. I was telling the truth."

"Won't you miss being Sheriff?"

I shrug, "It has its perks, but I would rather be happy with you."

"I can't take you away from your duties, your life… Besides, I don't want to run. While I want to see the world with you, I would be okay with taking a vacation every now and then. Not run away and hide from the dangers that seem to constantly enter my life…"

I nod, understanding her logic. I don't know when she became the logical one of the two of us. I smile, and lean down to kiss her softly on the lips. She kisses me back and run her hand through the back of my head, combing her fingers through my hair.

When we break apart, she is breathing heavily and I control the urge to let my fangs drop. I cannot allow us to get any more excited than we are now. She is too weak. There is always tomorrow night.

"I love you," she whispers and brushes another soft kiss against my lips.

I cradle her closer to my chest and softly kiss her face, her eyelids, forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. Everything I can touch. "I love you. More than life itself, I love you. You will not regret this, Sookie. You will never regret being mine, I swear to you. I will love and take care of you. Forever."

Hello everyone. I just randomly thought of this one-shot, and wanted to write it all out. I'm sorry for not updating very often. I promise to write some more this weekend Have a great weekend!