One last one for the night. Hot off the presses.
Snoogans and Snoochie Boochies!
March 14th, 2014
My Beloved,
I came to your home this evening. I watched you come home from work, and I watched you scurry around your home getting ready for what I now know was a date with some sort of shifter. I did not recognize him. He came and picked you up in his truck, then took you to dinner, a movie, and then back to your home. He tried to kiss you when he walked you to your door. I was happy to see that you turned him away.
Perhaps it was because he was not creative enough for your date.
I realize that we have not been on a proper date my Beloved.
I would come to pick you up from your home. You would be wearing that dress you wore the first time I saw you at Fangtasia.
I would take you to a field somewhere secluded. There would be a blanket laid out and foods that you enjoy. We would lounge under the stars together. Your hair would shimmer in the moonlight.
I would find you irresistible, as I always do. I would have you there, under the stars.
When I took you home, you would kiss me goodnight.
"We still never went on a proper date you know." I said, and smiled up at him.
"We are a bit past a date, don't you think?" he said, smiling back down at me.
"Married couples go on dates all the time. Just because we're married doesn't mean you don't have to woo me anymore." I said, and nuzzled my face into his neck.
"Well, if you require "wooing", then that is what you will get. Would you like to go on the date I thought of for us?" he asked.
I raised my head up to look at him. "Oh yes I would." I said before I kissed him, and continued reading.
May 4th, 2014
My Beloved,
I spoke with Felipe this evening. There is to be a Summit this November. You will be there, as will I. I won't be able to hide from you this time. I don't know that I will be able to resist you, my love.
I also hear that there will be a trial for Victor. Felipe tells me that you have been asked to testify against Victor. He is doing what he can to keep you from having to do that. We both agreed to keep you from it if at all possible.
Speaking with Felipe about Madden had me thinking back to that time. When we went to the ball, when you nearly lost your life.
I thought about turning you then. When you were in the hospital. You had just come out of surgery. You were not doing well. You nearly the next day. The doctor told me that your heart had stopped beating. They were almost unable to revive you.
I struggled the next week with the thought of turning you. You would hate me at first. It would be going against your wishes. But the thought of losing you, never being able to touch you, kiss you, talk to you, smell you, make love to you… I could not bear that thought then. Not like that.
I fed you blood each night before I slept for the day in the hopes that it would keep you alive during the day. I did not want you to die during the day, when I would not have a chance to be by your side, with the chance to turn you should you fade.
I am glad that it did not get to that point. I will be sad when you leave this world, my Beloved, but if it is after you have lived a proper and long life, I will accept it.
"I almost died?" I said, and put the journal down. No one had ever told me that particular event had happened. I knew I had a rough time of it the first few days, but I didn't get the details.
"Yes." Eric said, and hugged me to him. I could feel the worry and the fear rolling through us.
"That's when you decided, wasn't it." I asked. Eric raised an eyebrow in question. "When you decided that I would be better off without you in my life."
"Yes. But when you woke, I was so relieved, I couldn't bring myself to do it at first. I decided to spend one last perfect week with you. Now, I see that it was just time wasted between us."
"No, I don't think so. There was some big bad coming. It was better for you, and for me, to be apart then."
"I should have fought for you, not pushed you away."
"No, because you would have been distracted by me. Even though it seems now that I was still a distraction." I said, and smiled up at him. "And I think it gave us a chance to connect in Nevada at the Summit that we may have never gotten to do had we stayed together. I acted childish at first, but old habits die hard I guess. You weren't very mature about it at first either, but in the end, I think that we had both gotten to a point where we needed to just lay everything out, and see if we came out on top."
"Did you doubt that we would?"
"No. But we had a talk that was long overdue, and I'm not a hundred percent that it would have happened without our time apart. It would have just kept getting put off. We would still have unresolved issues."
"And if you had it to do again?"
"I would never have let you leave that night. I would have forced our talk then. I would have moved in here with you. I would have bonded with you, and married you."
"I would do the same."
July 17th, 2014
My Beloved,
Pam went to see you the other evening. She says you "chatted like best girlfriends". She tells me you told her of the shifters proposal to you. I didn't want to hear of it, but she insisted that I would find it comical.
She tells me that it happened two days or so after he discovered your pregnancy test, from what she could gather. You were working your shift at the bar, and the shifter came in. He got down on one knee there in front of you, and everyone else in the bar. He made it obvious that you two were expecting, and that he had wanted to do this for some time, but until now, had not found the right opportunity. He asked you to marry him right there, in front of your entire town practically, Pam tells me.
You smacked him and stormed out the back door.
Oh, my Sookie. Pam was right, I laughed. He does not know you as I do. I can see that. You would not want such a public display. You would not want your business put out there for others to see like that.
I would have done it different. If what you wished from me was a human marriage, I would give it to you.
I know you would not want the lavish ring that you deserve. I would find you something simple. We would be at your home, in front of your fireplace. Of all my memories of us together, I am most fond of the time that we spent in front of your fireplace when I was cursed. I would hold you to me, I would tell you what you truly mean to me. I would give you my heart. I would be yours.
August 20th, 2014
My Beloved,
I was in Nevada these last two weeks. I got a chance to see Madden. Felipe is still torturing him. I got a chance to exact some revenge upon him. I took it. For us. I won't go into detail, but I can tell you that he would not forget that I had been to see him.
We went to the location Felipe had chosen for the Summit. I found that there was some strange event going on in the hotel next door. It was a human summit. I found myself distracted, and excused myself from the group to investigate.
Would you believe that I came upon a convention for Star Trek? There must have been a few thousand humans there, and a few vampires.
I remember when that show was first on television. It was fascinating to think of a time when there would be no prejudice. No famine, no want for anything. Global peace. It was inspiring. I have lived a thousand years, and have seen many horrible things.
Mr. Roddenberry had a wonderful vision.
I look forward to seeing his vision coming true.
I was dying in a fit of laughter. I couldn't believe what I had just read. Eric seemed a little embarrassed, and I instantly felt guilty.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry honey. I just, picturing you at the convention. You know they hold it there every year in August. Richard is a fan. He took me once while the year before."
"You don't like the show?" Eric asked.
"Jason and I used to watch reruns of it sometimes. He likes it. I never really got into it. The message is great, but it just wasn't my cup of tea I guess."
"I enjoyed Captain Kirk the most. I only ever watched the original series that Roddenberry wrote."
"You would like Kirk." I said, and elbowed him. I may not have been a fan of the show, but I was well aware of Kirk's reputation. Space cowboy. Lover of women, regardless of race, or species.
October 29th, 2014
My Beloved,
In a few short days we will be reunited. I am anxious to be near you, to see you, to speak with you.
We will be on the plane together. I will be sleeping when we leave Louisiana, but before we get to Nevada, I will rise. We will have a chance to be alone.
I can only hope that your feelings for me have not wavered. I think perhaps they have not. Will you give in to them my Beloved?
I know you will. You may not at first, because the decision must be your own. You must be sure of it. But before the Summit is over, you will be mine once more.
Haha! That's right, I totally made Eric a Star Trek fan.
And outed myself as one. I know about that convention very well, because I've gone to it the last six years. It's my annual vacation with the other bestie. We are TOTALLY Star Trek geeks.
I would like to think of Eric as one as well, because if I ever DO get him for Christmas, I fantasize (among other things) that we would totally nerd out and watch Star Trek and Doctor Who together. And he would totally go with me to the convention. hahahaha!
And maybe we could do a little Doctor/Companion role playing every now and then. ;)
BTW, the NEXT entry will be the last for Letters to Sookie. Stay tuned for more side stories!