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These characters are not mine in any way. I am just borrowing them from Charlaine Harris!
Eric's POV
I awoke, slipped on my pants, and went to find my lover. I found her lying on the couch watching television. I walked over to her and said, "How are you feeling?" She responded by saying, "Tired and sore." I looked her over to see how much she had healed. I was very disappointed to see how slowly she was healing. I was even more disappointed that I could not help her to heal any faster. She had had too much of my blood over the past few days for me to give her anymore. I told her I wished I could give her more blood and explained why I couldn't. I also apologized to her for not being there to save her and not being able to keep her abduction and torture from happening. I was about to explain why I was not there, but I stopped before I could get it out. I couldn't believe that fucking fear was coming back again. Instead of telling her I was going to fucking die I fucking asked her if she was hungry. She actually told me she was hungry so I asked her what I could get for her. I told her I could go out and get her something or I could cook for her. She looked at me very strangely and laughed. I asked, "What's so funny?" She responded, "You can cook?" I replied, "Yes, I can cook, my lover. I attended culinary school back in the late 80's." She then told me that if can indeed cook as well as I say I can, then she would be happy with anything I made her.
I went into the kitchen and looked around to see what all she had. I checked the refrigerator, there was nothing there that I could work with, but I did find a True Blood for myself. I decided to hold off just a bit so I sat it aside for later. I found some boneless chicken breasts in the freezer as well as some rice in the cupboard. I figured that I could certainly do something with this. I put the chicken into the sink to thaw, got some spices out of the cupboard, and went back to my lover.
I carefully lifted her legs and sat down on the couch, putting her legs over mine. I had to tell her what was going on with me and there was no better time than right now. I was about to open my mouth to start talking when my cell phone rang. It was Pam. I immediately realized I had not told her of the postponement. I answered, "Hello, my child. " She asked, "Where are you, Master, and where is Felipe? What's going on with your trial?" I had to speak carefully, I could not let on to Sookie about any of this until I'd given her the whole story. "Well Pam, I spoke with Sandy last night. Felipe had to go back to Las Vegas. We are now going to have that meeting at the Annual Kingdom Meeting in three weeks. There's no need to worry about me, I am right here with Sookie. I will remain here for the rest of the evening and be back either near dawn tonight or first thing tomorrow night", I replied. "Oh, I see, you haven not told Sookie about this meeting, as you call it yet! Master if I may be blunt, you really need to tell her, the longer you wait, the more its going to hurt her", Pam said. Why doesn't she tell me something I do not fucking already know. I interjected, "I know! I was just about to do that when you called. If I can please get off this phone, I have chicken to cook for my lover." "Oh okay, Master. I will see you tomorrow."
I shut my phone and looked back down at Sookie, who had fallen asleep. I bent over, kissed her on the forehead, and then got up carefully and went back to the kitchen. I had been saved from having to tell her for the moment. Telling her was going to be so fucking hard. I know I will hurt her and that is the last fucking thing I want to do. I also know she will fucking blame herself. It is not her fucking fault and I have to find a way to make her see its not. I fucking made the decision to protect her. I didn't have to do it, but I decided it was what I needed to do.
I went out the back door and onto the porch. "Great just what I was looking for," I said to myself. I lit the grill and went back inside to prepare the chicken and begin cooking the rice. I started boiling water for the rice, and then I prepared a rub for the chicken made with lemon pepper, garlic powder, salt, and pepper. I then decided to finally drink my True Blood.
I sat at the table for a few minutes while the grill was heating up and had started my own meal. As I drank it I thought about how I would much rather be having my lover's blood, but she needs all her strength right now while she is healing. I desperately hope that she heals before I go to Las Vegas. I could not bear being unable to ever taste her again.
When the grill was hot enough I applied the rub to the chicken breasts and put them out on the grill. I went back in and put the rice in to boil. I sat back down and finished my blood while her dinner cooked. I still didn't know how to tell her. I also didn't know if I could tell her. I went over and over different ways I could break the news in my head and was coming up with nothing that I could see going well. I just had no clue how to go about this.
When her dinner was ready, I made her plate, and sat it on a little tray that I had found in one of her cabinets. I also got her a glass of ice tea. I had made enough for two meals so I put the rest away in a plastic container I had found. She could have that tomorrow during the day, when I am not able to cook for her. I took the tray into the living room, sat it on the coffee table and bent over her and kissed her on the cheek. "Lover, your dinner is ready," I said. She wiggled a bit, but did not wake up. I bent back over her and said softly, right in her ear "Lover wake up! Your dinner is ready."