I intended to make this a sadder chapter, let me know what you think!

|| 3. I Wish I Was the Moon Tonight ||

I sunk my nails into the bare, cold flesh of Franklin's back, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. I let out a inhuman moaning at the climax, my fangs snapping out once he came into me. I let go of his back and clenched the sheet underneath me, my breathing quickening, the sheets clenched in my fist.

He let out a gruff moan, gripping my hip bones.

He leaned in and kissed me, and I returned it with equally hungry kissing. My breath was quick, and I felt it becoming more passionate than animalistic. I was so hungry for affection from another vampire.

I remembered Eric. Old Eric.

I was betraying my maker, my mate, the vampire that I was in love with. He was like a father, a brother, and a husband in one package. I felt like I had betrayed him, like I slapped him across the face. In the past week I'd slept with Sam Merlotte and Franklin Mott. I was unfaithful to my maker. Then I rememebered he was now with Sookie Stackhouse, my own cousin. They had both betrayed me, especially Sookie. She knew how much Eric and I loved each other.


"Fuck," I murmured, "I can't believe we did that."

I lay next to Franklin in the motel room's bed, the night outside warm in the summer heat. He propped himself up with his elbow, his head resting against his head, looking down at me. The sheet covered my torso, and his lower half was covered.

"I would ask if we were drunk, but that doesn't apply to us," He said calmly, a small smile on his face. I laughed gently, looking up at him, "Why me? I was just bitching at the bar."

"You seemed like you needed someone to cheer you up." He said, smirking now. He was playfully and sarcastic, a change from the aloof and solumn Eric Northman. I sighed, and said, "You did."

"Why were you so upset?"

Franklin asked quietly, his arm draped across my stomach, gently pressing my body against his. He kissed the top of my head, his lips pressing against my hair. I bit my lip; there was no way I could tell him that I'd had sex with him because I was jealous and upset over Eric Northman. I sighed, "Just trouble with my maker. That's all."

He arched his eyebrow, "Evie, who's your maker?"

"Eric Northman." I choked out his name hesitantly.

Franklin was quiet for a moment, he seemed to be thinking if he knew Eric. He then asked, "You're the progeny of Eric Northman? The Viking Sheriff, you mean? How long has it been since you were turned?"

"Yes, that's him. I've only been a vampire for a year. I'm still a little new to this," I replied, "And Eric and I are having disagreements lately. I don't know what to think. So, here I am. And I'm happy I'm here."

Franklin smiled, and I reached up and kissed him. There was no one in the world I would rather kiss than Eric, but he wasn't currently here. At least, not mentally. Franklin was a substitute of my maker.

If old Eric was gone for good, Franklin was going to have to do.


I knocked on Bill Compton's front door.

I wore ripped jean shorts and a white tank top, my straw blond hair loose and straight. It was the next night, around eleven o'clock. I was ready for a fight for Eric against Sookie. I was ready to get my maker back. I assumed that Bill would know where she was, given I'd gone to her house, her little yellow car gone and Eric nowhere in sight. Merlotte's hadn't seen her. I rolled my eyes as I waited at the front door.

The door flung open to reveal Jessica, who looked surprised to see me, "Evie! Hi, I didn't expect to see ya here. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, Jess. Is Bill here?" I asked.

She shook her head, her red curls bouncing with her head motion, "No, he left about an hour ago, to talk to Nan Flangan, I think. Is there anything I can do for you, Evie? I'm sorry...I heard about Eric losing his memory and all. You know I'm here for ya if you need it."

I nodded, "Okay."

Jessica opened the door farther for me to step in. I bit my lip to keep it from quivering. She shut it behind me and crossed her arms, "Okay, tell me everything. Just let it out. I know how pissed you are. I can smell it off you. Just spill everything."

I wasn't going to hide my anger anymore if Jessica was going to openly invite me to let my anger loose. I felt my smile fade and my infuriation come out.

"Fuck Sookie!" I shouted, "Fuck her and her obsession with us vampires. I'm sick of her and her being a fucking busybody. Fuck her and her stupid motherfucking name, Sookie! Who the fuck names their kid Sookie?"

Bloody, red tears spilled from the corners of my eyes down my cheeks.

"Who the hell does she think she is, just snatching Eric away from Pam and I?" I shouted, "She's always been this stupid, preppy pink Barbi doll who's fucking five guys at the same time. She can never do anything wrong. Oh, everyone just loves Sookie. Sookie this, Sookie that. Even growing up, Jess, she stole any sort of spotlight that was ever put on me. Everything needs to be about her. And now she steals my maker from me? Jess, I've slept with two other guys, a fucking shape-shifter and vampire. I'm beginning to give up."

Jess looked at me sadly, letting me talk.

"And now I'm a vampire, I'm one step ahead of her, and she steals my maker. I love Eric, and she snatches him away. She ruins everything. Anything you love, she'll ruin. Look at what she did to Bill and Lorena. Lorena loved Bill. And Sookie just shoved her way into that relationship, ruined it. She got Bill to turn on his own maker! Now she'll turn Eric against me."

I stood against the wall in the foyer and dragged myself down the fall, sitting up against it, slumping there, crying with bloody tears hitting my lips. Jess slowly came over to me, sitting beside me. She gently reached over and put her arms around me, head on mine. I shut my eyes and let the tears flow. "I love him," I said quietly.

"You're not going to let her take Eric away from you, or Pam," Jessica said firmly, "You're going to go to Sookie's tonight. You're going to confront him, and her. And you're going to get your maker back."


The crickets and fogs chirped in the woods near Sookie's house. The lights were on in the little Lousianna house, and it was muggy and humid summer night. I inhaled, closing my eyes. I needed to confront her and Eric, and I needed to do it now.

I walked slowly to Sookie's house, the grass wet against my bare feet. The moon and stars hung above dreamily, the night seeming to go on forever. I raked a hand through my hair, and uneasily walked. I walked to the stepping stones up to her porch, which was lit up.

From the walkway, I saw inside the house, to the living room. Eric and Sookie stood there, kissing. Sookie kissed him hungrily, and he ran a hand through her hair, like he used to do to me. I looked at them quietly, from the outside looking in, my eyebrows knit together in self-pity. I looked down at my feet, not believeing that Eric was beginning to love her.

The bloody tears came slowly, a single tear spilling down my left cheek as I saw Eric kiss her, as I stood outside in the warm July night. He would never remember me.

I'm so lonely, I wish I was the moon tonight.