Emma woke up and felt the sun shining on her face. She rolled over in bed, feeling sad that Eric wasn't with her. She missed having him in the bed with her. Even if he wasn't his old self she still liked feeling his presence. That part of him hadn't changed. She grabbed the pillow he had been sleeping and hugged it close to her. She breathed in.

Her nose was filled with his scent. She knew Vampires weren't supposed to have smells but Eric did. He smelled like fresh air and the salty sea. She loved it. She closed her eyes as she continued to imagine him being with her.

Eric sat up from the bed as he watched Emma begin to get dressed. "Where exactly are you going?" He asked as she pulled a pair of shorts on. "I don't remember saying you could leave." He smirked as she turned around looking annoyed by his controlling temperament.

"I'm not your progeny or pet Northman, you can't tell me what to do." Emma reminded him as she grabbed her black bra from the bed and put it on. "Besides, I have things to do. Human things." She shrugged as she walked over to the large closet. She began to began to look through her clothes before finally putting on a red Fangtasia t shirt.

"You look delicious in red." Eric said walking towards her. He grabbed her by her waist and brought her close to him.

She pushed him lightly. "I find it strange that you insist I let your staff clean my clothes and the only clothes they ever clean are the clothes you insist I wear, including this ridiculous shirt." She said motioning to it.

He smirked before kissing her neck roughly. "Let's go have dinner tonight and you can wear that new black, lace dress I bought in celebration of you being mine for a month. Longer than any other human lasted." He said locking eyes with her. Emma laughed. "Why are you laughing?" He asked almost looking offended.

"I'm sure we'd blend in having an anniversary dinner. Maybe after dinner we could go to the movies, get married, and then adopt a vampire baby." She said sarcastically. She saw the hurt in his eyes by her sarcastic comment. "I'm just kidding." She said. "I have a better idea, how about we stay here instead." She run her hands against his chest. "And I'll let you do whatever you want to me." She raised an eyebrow. "I was going to see Sookie but I'll do it tomorrow during the day because my night life is only for you." She said as reached up and kissed him passionately.

Emma sat up from the bed. She wished she had gone out to dinner with Eric that night because it was their last night together. She didn't realize it at the time that she would be leaving.

Emma walked out the room and went to the kitchen. Sookie was eating breakfast, dressed in a bright yellow sundress. "Where are you off to looking so peachy?" Emma asked as she poured herself coffee. She grabbed the sugar and sat across from Sookie.

"I'm thinking about going to that Witches place on my own. Maybe I can hear her mind and figure out something that could help." Sookie said. "Want to come with?" She offered.

"I can't." Emma said. "She knows who I am and even if she didn't...well she'd sense my magic. She might be able to sense your ability too so I'd be careful if I were you." Emma added hoping Sookie wouldn't do anything too dangerous. Sookie had a knack for putting herself in the wrong place at the worst possible time. Emma just hoped if she got into trouble it wouldn't hurt Eric or Pam in any other way.

Sookie placed her now empty mug in the sink. Emma felt her in her mind suddenly. "Sookie, can you not do that. Please." Emma turned to her. "I can feel it." She reminded her.

Sookie's face dropped. "I'm sorry...I just...I feel like you hate me all of sudden and I don't know why. Well, I might have an idea but that's all." Sookie said as she looked genuinely upset. Emma sighed. "We were friends before you left and you were gone for a long time. Things changed since then and I know you don't really know what happened but I just wanted to tell you-"

Emma stood up quickly. "Sookie!" She yelled and Sookie instantly stopped talking. "I know things changed and what happened, happened. I'm here to help Eric get his memory back." Emma said calmly. "Whatever happens after that between you and him or me and him or whoever else...well that will just happen. For now can we just focus on Eric and not this awkward tension?" She asked hoping Sookie would stop trying to apologize for whatever happened or didn't happen. Emma didn't want to know.

Sookie forced a smile at her. "Are you sure?" Emma nodded. "Alright. I'll see you later tonight then." She said before leaving the kitchen.

Emma waited until she heard Sookie's car drive away. She felt her emotions all rise up in her chest instantly. She had to calm herself down. She didn't need to get emotional right then. She took a deep breath and finished her coffee. She returned to her room and changed into clothes she found in Sookie's closet. She was outside Sookie's house when a car stopped in the driveway.

Ethan stepped out. "Emma, what are you doing?" He asked as he slammed the car door shut.

Emma sighed. "What are you doing?" She asked confused by him being there.

He walked over to her. "Do you know you have the entire council as well as most of the children completely upset?" He asked but didn't wait for her to answer. "You need to come back home before you get too wrapped up in this witch business or before these Vampires learn you're a necromancer too." He warned but Emma realized his tone sounded more like a threat.

"I'm not going back." She said as she continued walking. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going but she needed to get away from him.

He followed behind her. "Don't act like a child." He ordered her.

"Don't treat me like a child!" She yelled at him. It was the same conversation they had been having almost her entire life. "I'm not going back now. I have things that I need to fix. I'll go back when I'm ready." She said as she sped up.

Ethan grabbed her wrist. "You're going back now." He said firmly.

"No!" Emma yelled as she pulled away from him. Ethan went flying into the air and landed on the ground. "I'll see you when I'm ready to go back." She said before closing her eyes. She opened them and looked around. She was standing inside Eric's house. "This is perfect." She said to herself as she slowly began to walk around.

The house was empty, thankfully. She didn't have a way to explain why she was suddenly back. She looked up at the large stairs. She slowly walked up the stairs. Her fingers ran along as the railing as she remembered walking up the stairs so many times with Eric. She reached the top and turned to the right, where two large doors were shut. She walked up to them.

She saw the doorknobs where chained by silver. She touched it and it instantly fell off. She pushed open the doors. The room was completely dark. She pressed the button on the wall that lifted the light proof shades. The sun lit the room up instantly. She had never seen the room in natural light this way. She walked over to the bed.

The black satin sheets were wrinkled in a mess on the bed. The pillows were moved to one side and Emma knew that meant Eric had slept in the bed alone, the last time he slept in it. But when she looked at the dresser and side table she knew it had been a long time since Eric, or anyone, had been in the room. She walked over to the dresser and touched it lightly with one finger. She looked at the dust on her hand before wiping it on her dark blue jeans.

She opened the drawer and saw it was filled with clothes still. "You're so strange, Eric." Emma said softly she rummaged through the clothes when she felt something. She began taking the clothes out and finally stopped when she saw a manila colored envelop. How very Eric-like. She thought to herself before she pulled it out. She saw her name on it. She felt her heart stop beating as she thought of the first time she saw this envelop. Eric had been tracking her. She walked back over to the bed.

She sat down. She pulled her feet under her as she stared at the envelop. She knew it wasn't a hard decision but opening it would just remind her of the past. She didn't know if she wanted to think of all of that right then. She stood up from the bed and left it there. She walked back to the drawer and began to close it when she saw there was a box that had been under the envelop that she hadn't noticed.

She pulled it out. Emma had remembered seeing it before. It was a small wooden box with some Swedish saying engraved on it. On the top an old Swedish symbol, Eric's family symbol, was burned into it. She had never asked Eric about it because she figured he'd tell her if he wanted too. She walked back over to the bed. She placed the box next to the folder. She decided to open at least one of them.

She took a deep breath and opened the box quickly before she had time to regret her decision. She saw an old knife that was engraved with writing she didn't understand. An old silver necklace with a pendant on it. A large gold ring with a diamond on it, that had a crown imprinted on it. She also saw a white gold ring with a small diamond on. She saw the old news paper article about her Eric had found. She saw a picture of her with her biological parents as well. She thought it was strange because those things should have been in the folder, which now seemed to be begging to be opened.

Suddenly she heard footsteps down stairs. "Oh, fuck." She said to herself and the footsteps stopped. Emma got up from the bed and grabbed the box. She shut it but accidentally smashed her thumb. She yelped loudly in pain as the box fell from her hands.

"Is there someone here?" A soft voice called from down stairs. Emma heard the steps begin to walk up the stairs. Emma looked at the door as it swung shut instantly. She closed her eyes as she made the silver chain wrap around the knobs and lock her in. The walking stopped in front of the door. Emma stared at it until she heard the footsteps begin to walk away.

She picked up the box and began to grab everything. She threw the article, picture, and knife back into the box. She began to crawl around on the door looking for the rings and necklace. She grabbed the gold ring and then reached for the small white gold one when suddenly she felt sick. She felt her stomach turning and her mind was spinning. She was being sucked away again and there was no way to stop it.

Emma landed roughly on the ground. "Thats new." She mumbled to herself as she stood up. She rubbed her arm which she had landed on and it now felt bruised. She looked around and realized she was in a jewelry store. She couldn't see anyone she recognized. She walked over to a counter and began to look at the rings in them. Just then she heard a sound ring as the door opened. She turned to it and saw Eric walk in.

He walked over to the main counter and Emma walked next to him. She knew she couldn't but she wanted to reach out and touch him. She wanted to feel him, the real him, standing there next to her. "It's all done and ready, Mister Northman." The girl behind the counter said smiling at him. She had fang marks on her neck but no where else. She pulled out a small blue box and opened it.

"I am surprised you finished in time." Eric said as she pulled out the white gold ring and handed it to him.

"Well, we do our best." She smiled at him. "Your engraving was simple enough." She added.

"Yes, well. I appreciate the good business here." He said as he examined the diamond ring in his hand. Emma looked at it with him as she hoped to see the engraving but she couldn't.

"I think you're the first Vampire who has been in here to buy a ring since the bill passed in New York, besides my fiance." She laughed softly as she looked down at her ring finger, which had a large diamond on it.

"Well, lucky me." Eric said as he handed her back the ring. She placed it in the box and then handed it to him. Emma suddenly felt everything spinning around her. She felt sick again. She closed her eyes.

Suddenly everything went still. She opened her eyes and she was back on the floor, in Eric's house. Emma looked down at the ring in her hand. She brought it closer to her eyes and carefully read the engraving on it. She felt her stomach drop inside her as she began crying. She couldn't control it as he sobs escaped her mouth and the tears flowed freely from her eyes. Nothing could calm her down at that moment. She stayed sitting on the floor, sobbing until it was all gone.

Finally she couldn't cry anymore even if she tried. She stood up from the floor. She dropped the ring into the wooden box, the ring that was simply engraved with "Emma, I love you."


A/N: Happy late Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans! Hope you all had some good food & fun. :)

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