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Okay, before I begin to make some next Oscar Worthy speech (do it Danielle...) about how much I want to thank you guys *tear* I am going to get onto the story! :)

I'm gonna start writing in first person now cause it's just easier. Plus you'll be able to get a real perspective on the characters? I dunno...

Also I'm gonna write a fluffcake some where in this chapter but it would kinda cross over to M rated stuff. If you aren't comfortable with that then suck it up cause fanfiction is made out of smut, fluffballs and would probably contain the dark hells of tumblr concepts. The fluffcake would probably be crap but deal with it, bishes. x

DISCLAIMER: I do not own True Blood or the Sookie Stackhouse Novels because if I did, I would be married to Alexander Skarsgård/Eric Northman already...


ROMAN POV

After completing numerous cases of paperwork, of which contained letters of assassination to the True Death and countless persuasive letters of promotion and such, my ancient mind began to wandered back to my infatuation wit- no, my interest in the Lady Sookie Stackhouse.

To be honest, I felt compelled to pursue a relationship with the young Fae but I could not admit it until I had the courage to admit it to her. I was egotistical enough to want her as my own. I wanted her power, her beauty, her innocence. Her everything.

I wanted her to yield before me and make her mine. Of course, I did not love her. Vampires did not marry for love, they married for another's pleasure, another's power, another's wealth.

But how could I possibly win her heart if she had already been so delusional to give it to Eric Northman?

I knew that what Eric Northman claimed was his, became his and remained that way until he renounced his claim. All vampires were possessive, territorial and extremely fond of protecting what was theirs.

I pondered over this revelation for a couple of moments. What had I learned about her so far?

She is extremely fond of her pending bond with the Sheriff of Area 5, she was the only living descendant, carrier of the Royal Fae blood, of Niall Brigant. She had no other known previous lovers except from Bill Compto-

Analyzing over my knowledge, I found that Sookie Stackhouse had naively trusted Compton with all her deep secrets, strengths, weaknesses and her entire being. But remember

The truth is like a caged animal, just waiting to be set free...


ERIC POV

I hadn't expected for her to get any more beautiful. I didn't think that it was even possible.

She wasn't like any woman I had ever been with, she was definitely and considerably more beautiful than the malnourished fangbangers that were just skin, bone and breast implants. There was nothing to them. It would be blasphemous to compare them to my lover's beauty, treason even.

After our room was prepared for, we immediately settled in and got ready for a good nig- day's rest. She rummaged through my suitcase of whom I commanded Pam to send to the Authority's Headquarters. I began wondering of what she wanted, for she had no belongings in there, until she pulled out one of my button-up sleeping wears and slipped it over her petite frame. She rolled up the sleeves, which originally came at least an inch past her arms, and set them just above her elbows.

She slid her pale frame perfectly against my embrace and I laid ourselves beneath the comforters of the bed. Every inch of her warm figure was pressed against my cold statue, and I loved the feeling of her supple skin resting almost sinfully against my leather like skin.

"I can never seem to keep us both out of trouble, can I?" She whispered against my chest, her hot breath warming up my soul.

"My dear, I would defeat armies and planets, if it meant that I could protect us both. You are mine." I growled.

"As you are mine. My entire life, I always thought that my... ability was a handicap. I always thought that I was a mistake. When I was about 5 or 7, I remember my momma gettin' real scared when I was around her. I thought it was normal. I would always blurt out things I didn't mean, or blurt out secrets that she wanted to keep from my daddy. I could always hear her mind screaming 'You fucking creep' or 'Bitch with a handicap'. I didn't know what it meant at the time, but I knew by the difference of how she talked to Jason and I, that she never liked me. Ever.

I always thought that no matter what I do, my tele- power, would get me into deep shit. Or somehow make me even more psychotic in this fucked up world. I thought that one day, I would be the one to end everything. But I always chickened out or was stopped.

Then you came along. I may have hated you before, I mean you were kinda a douche when you met me. But underneath that 'scary sheriff mask' you cared. There was love, kindness and even more of a perfection in you.

Even though your vampire authorities might not think it, even if the other supernatural might not think it. I'm not leaving you; as well as you're not leaving' me. I don't care what people think. I. LOVE. YOU. Even if Bill wants me back, even if everyone gave me a perspective of how I should act around you, I don't care anymore. I love you, Eric Northman. And there ain't no way that you're gonna get rid of me." Sookie finished with a smug and happy smile.

My heart could not thaw to another confession.

"You just made my confession sound terrible..." I chuckled.

"Stop. Your 'confession' was perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Sookie began snuggling into my chest. I could not think of a better lover as the sun took over my consciousness.

/SookieXEric\\SookieXEric\\

When a vampire dies for the day, it isn't normally like when a mortal sleeps. There are not usually dreams or colors, nor will we feel rest being lifted off us when we arise from sleep. There is just simply a feeling of regeneration of energy for a few moments then you are awake. You then only realize that your life source is undeniably, irrevocably and emotionally dead.

Although this time, my 'sleep' is more humane, more peaceful. There is no darkness, no dullness, but there is life. There is Sookie. There is her beautiful being overpowering the absence of light which is my undead mind. Her presence beside me breaks through the stone-cold heart, of my intellect, cleansing my heart and soul within the confines of my body.

It was almost like... A dream.

I could feel Sookie's presence sprawled carelessly all over my body. It was caressing ever inch of my one-thousand year old body and I couldn't think of moving her, she looked far to comfortable sprawled on top of me, and I her.

Before my state of amnesia was set upon me, I had always thought that I would have to change who I was to become her lover, but thi was not how Sookie wanted to fall in love with someone. Sookie made sure that she fell in love with the real me, not some mask, but I had become more 'myself' when she had become my lover.

My little fae began shifting, and with her small and frantic movement I knew she had a nightmare. The faint remains of our blood bond has spiked up with panic and fear, and I began cradling her small body against my own. My heart reached out through my skin and I began stroking her blond soft lock between the separation of my fingers.

My mind was sent back a thousand years ago when I last comforted a loved one...


"Pappa?" My young daughter whispered, in a small voice.

"Yes, min älskade?" My voice replied.

"Where is Mamma? Where is Abjörn?" Her voice began to fall into hysterics until I shushed her with a comforting hug.

"Din Mamma and din bror, Abjörn, are in the next village trading food. They are to come home tomorrow lilla du. I promise that they are safe."

"What about the monsters, Pappa? What if they get Mamma? Abjörn?" Her pouting bottom lip began to tremble and terrific tears began to appear in her eyes.

"Abjörn knows how to protect you and Mamma, remember? Mamma can handle herself pretty well too. Plus we have prayed to the gods and the Valkyire to protect and watch them until they return. Now we must rest and wipe those tears away, min älskade, we don't want you looking tired when you see Mamma later do you?" I gently said, my fingers wounding through her brown curls.

She shook her head vigorously.

"Good, you may sleep with me tonight, I will keep you away from every harm for all of eternity, min älskade. Jag älskar dig, min dotter."

"Jag älskar dig också, min Pappa." she said as she snuggled her body between mine and the animal skins.


I returned to my present life and saw Sookie, min ängel, looking up and me smiling though the grogginess.

"What's my Viking worrying his pretty head about?" she rasped.

Instead of answering her, I pressed my lips against hers and attempted to push my tongue through her lips and teeth, after that attempt was unsuccessful, I began kissing and sucking my way down to her soft neck. Then I nuzzled my head in the crook and began tickling her mercilessly.

She gasped. "Ah! Eric! Ha- Stahppp that-" She began gasping for air and I began kissing my way back up her neck, lifting my head to admire my work.

"You are so gonna pay for that." she glared at me, but her feisty attitude had begun to flare up my forthcoming boner.

"Pay for what, min älskade?" I asked in the most innocent voice I muster.

I don't know how this managed to happen but Sookie's legs were on either side of me; her slender arms roaming my chest; our tongue and teeth battling for dominance and pleasure. She had grabbed my leather tassel necklace and tied my hands to the headboard of the bed.

"Eric, I think I like this position..." The seductress told me.

She began kissing my lips with full passion; after a minute or so she began to kiss and suck down my throat, smothering my skin in her honey-like scent. She lifted her thin lips off of my body and began making light teasing patterns down my figure.

"Sookie..." I growled, or was it a groan? Right now, I don't give a shit.

By the time she got to my waist, she began to outline my shaft with that pretty pointer finger of hers. With the light teasing from before, my dick and already tented my pajama trousers, but right now? I was fucked. My length was beginning to ache and was ready to surrender and bow down at my mates feet. And she had only just begun.

"Eric, what do you want me to do? With this I mean?" She purred. "It's so... big... and oh!"

She laid back, infront of me, hands inside her dripping pure white lingerie, her head dipped back in pleasure. A growl came from the bottom of my throat, and my dick began wanting more. Her moans filled the room and well... shit. As she drew towards her orgasm, she screamed my name, nearly putting me over the edge.

I couldn't take it anymore, I lurched forward, about to claim min ängel.

The door slammed open, with an enraged-


TRANSLATIONS:

lilla du - LITTLE ONE

Din Mamma and din bror, Abjörn - YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR BROTHER, ABJORN

min älskade - MY BELOVED

Jag älskar dig, min dotter - I LOVE YOU, MY DAUGHTER

Jag älskar dig också, min Pappa. - I LOVER YOU TOO, MY FATHER.


Yes, I am evil. It is my dark soul's nature. (Just kidding as Eric would say I am his ängel)

I know it's very late (NO COMPUTER USABLE) but I pray for everyone in the world in war and conflict. Not just the Paris attack. Not just ISIS threats. But everything and everyone in danger. I may not be there to help you personally but I will be here, praying for you.

AAAAaanyway, the updates will be when I can get hold of a computer and when I have time because... yeah. I am sorry but I promise that I will try at least once a month.

DO YOU KNOW HOW AWKWARD IT IS TO BE WRITING SO LATE AT NIGHT BECAUSE YOU DONT WANT TO LET PEOPLE SEE YOUR BADLY WRITTEN SMUT? VERY.

Hejdå min kära ni! (Goodbye my beloveds!)