"You have had more than one vision?"
"Yes. I have had several dreams - well, whatever you want to call them - that seem to be set in historical times. Sometimes I recognize what I'm wearing or the places I am seeing from things I've seen on the History Channel, but not always. But the dream with you, it's been a recurring dream."
"Is there a theme to these dreams, lover?"
I sighed. "I seem to be looking for something in the other dreams, but I don't have any idea what, or who. Nothing is consistent. Sometimes people are trying to force things on me -" I felt him tighten into an angry stance - "no, not like that, but try to make me do things I didn't want to do. And I just wake up angry, and resentful, and confused."
"Sookie, about the dream, vision, of us. Describe to me, in more detail, of what happened when you were waiting for me on the road." He seemed very, very tense about something. His eyes were the darkest blue I had ever seen. He shifted me slightly in his lap to look more directly at my face.
"Well, like I said, I was waiting for you. And I felt you coming - I don't know how I knew you were there, but I knew it was you. It was very, very dark. There was hardly any moon." I thought hard, concentrated on the wisps of dream memory for details. "The road wasn't so much a road as just a little path in the woods, I guess. Suddenly there was a movement - like a lightning fast blur - through the trees. I didn't see anything or hear anything, but I felt a rush of wind. And you... you were gone."
"Lover, this is very, very perplexing. I don't know how you could know..." he trailed off.
"Know what, Eric? What do I know, besides a few words of Norse that I didn't know I knew?"
"Sookie... I have never told another soul, not even Pam, the details of what happened to me the night I was turned."
"WHAT?" I squeaked. "Turned? But I don't - I can't - how would I? I mean, I..." I broke off, not being to string together any coherent thought.
"Exactly." Eric looked grim. "Sookie, I may not remember much about my human life, but every vampire remembers their turning. And I clearly remember walking along a little trail, just such a one as you describe, and being overtaken by something much more powerful than myself. And even though I was used to battle, it was on me faster than I knew and I... I could not overpower it. I was completely unawares."
"But Eric, I don't get it. How do I figure in here? How on Earth would I know about this in my dreams?"
"I don't exactly know, my lover, but I know someone who just might."