Author's Notes: So I am back! Hello readers!
So I won't go into a long A/N because I simply have a major headache that won't go away, but I felt the need to write and so I did. I have a lot I have to update through tonight and tomorrow. I will be updating all of my stories. *Gasps* Yes, you have read correctly. I feel the need that all of my stories need a new chapter. Just my luck though that most of my stories are in major parts…which is going to be hard for me.
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Eric's POV:
Sookie…
Three days have passed since she was in my bar, but she left a lasting impression with me, didn't she? I knew really nothing of her, except that she was from Bon Temps and she loved the same song as me. Weird that I would feel a connection to a girl I barely knew.
She was young, if I had to guess she would be maybe twenty three, twenty four. I would go with twenty three. Three years younger than I, but that seemed alright. She acted much older than anyone I had ever met at her age. She seemed sophisticated, which you didn't see very often living where we lived; especially a girl at her age. Was it simply the way about her or was there a reason as to why she would act this way?
This is what fascinated me about her. She was calm, collective, and intriguing.
Mysterious…
That is the word I should use to describe Sookie. In all real aspects she really did remind me of my mystery woman. Why was that? Was it because of her eye color, blond hair? I have seen many women, all the women that I had been with had blond hair and blue eyes, but they never had come as close as to this girl; this Sookie, did they? Sookie had beautiful blue eyes, much like my mysterious woman.
It would be impossible for her to be my dream girl. It was four years ago…that would make Sookie…nineteen? Twenty? She wouldn't be old enough to even drink in the United States, well, not many college kids really listen to that law at that age anyway.
I felt like I was picking at straws and trying to put two and two together. It was like I wanted Sookie to be my mystery girl, but that had never happened before. No one ever matched up to the girl of my dreams, but this girl, Sookie…it was like she could make me forget about the girl I was with so long ago.
My dreams shifted from starring the girl from my past to starring Sookie and…I didn't even know this girl. Not that I knew my mystery woman…but I have been dreaming about her almost every night for four years. Anyway, what could she possibly have that could change my views so quickly? I talked to Sookie for what? Fifteen minutes at the most? It really doesn't matter how it happened, it happened and now all I could think about was Sookie and my mystery girl took the back seat in my mind. It was odd, clearly and truly that something so small as a dance could change my mind on setting out to find my mysterious girl from the past, but it did.
No, it wasn't something small. Sookie smiled. A bright clean smile that made a pinkish tint blush to surface. When she smiled, it was beautiful and felt familiar to me; like I was coming home to something. Weird…very crazy.
Still…I wanted to see her.
"I don't know…if you are really that interested in me, then maybe you will come find me."
That was a challenge wasn't it? She practically threw the gauntlet down at my feet when she said those words before she left. It was a very big challenge…one that shouldn't be that hard to do. I could find her in just a few hours. Bon Temps is not a very big town. No, but it was a big challenge in the sense as I had never chased after another girl before. I have been brooding over my mystery girl for so long that I hadn't gotten the chance to settle down and look for someone. Well…maybe it was time that I…let go of the mystery girl from my past and move on?
Sookie's smile brought a smirk to my face. She could be the one that I could try to be with, couldn't she? I could wake up with a smile on my face every time one touched her lips. I could get used to seeing Sookie's blush. I wanted to and odd as it may be, I felt the need to try. I think it was time to turn away from my past, shutting my mystery girl away and look forward to something that is just out of my reach, but if I chase after her, I could possibly have her for my own. That was something that warmed me inside and I wasn't sure why. I should be sad that I was leaving the mystery girl behind, that I had finally decided to let go of the silly notion that I would find her once again. Why wasn't I very sad at the idea of letting go of the girl that I had been dreaming about for so long? Easy enough answer really…it was all because of Sookie; a girl I didn't know at all, but I wanted to know. I wanted to know everything about this girl.
I wanted to be the reason she smiled and I wanted to make the blushes appear on her face. I wanted to dance with her again and I wanted to forget everything that I had ever done.
It was a challenge that I was willing to take…because I, Eric Northman, doesn't back away from challenges. Especially this one.
Sookie's POV:
I leaned against the counter and sighed. Bas went to sleep early tonight and I had to head into work tonight. It was the fourth of July today and I didn't go into work early. Tonight was going to be a long night, I knew it was. I stayed home so I could shoot off some fireworks with Sebastian because I had never had the money or time to really do that. It was a fun experience and Bas was really excited.
"Look at the colors mommy!" He shouted happily; his eyes sparkling with a big glow.
Jason chuckled and grabbed him, hoisting him up onto his shoulders to get a better look at the fireworks going off in the sky. These fireworks were illegal, but Jason said we would be alright. Bud Dearborn wasn't a harsh sheriff and as long as we were careful he didn't mind that we had these. We also had some land here, so it was all open. We didn't catch the forest on fire so I think we did okay.
I turned away from my musing and the counter. I shuffled out and put my shoes on. I turned the corner and looked into Gran's room and smiled. Bas was curled up into her side as they slept. A lone Fairytale's book lying on her lap. Bas loved the stories that Gran read to him and to be honest, I would sit in and listen to her tell them as well. There was just always something magical when she would tell us stories. Most of the ones she would make up about Fairy princes and princesses. They were always my favorite stories to listen to. Sebastian enjoyed them as well.
Sebastian loved it here, something that I fretted over for far too long. In the end it seemed totally unnecessary because he enjoyed every little thing of this backwater town, much to my amusement.
I shook my head as I stepped into the room and grabbed the book off of Gran's lap and put it on her nightstand. I carefully tucked them both in for the night, so they wouldn't wake up. Bas stirred slightly but his little eyes never opened. I walked over to the other side of the bed before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the forehead.
I turned on my heel and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.
So my life might not be perfect. I might not have everything that I had inspired to have, but what I had seemed much more important to me. I had family and I had friends that really cared about me. I had a job that I could support my son and buy him more things that I always thought he deserved and I was happy. Yes, my life could have been different, but who is to say that I would have been happy? I wouldn't change what I have for the world.
I got into the car that I bought. I took out a loan to get something small. It wasn't great but it got me from point A to point B and that was all that really mattered. I started her up and then backed out, heading to the bar for the night shift.
Portia hasn't showed up since then, but I was sure it wasn't the last time I would have seen her. No, she wasn't one to say something and get it off her chest. She always had to keep going, so I knew that it would come to that one day, but that was fine. I could handle her. I was at least mature enough to do so.
My mind drifted away from Portia and the bar, settling on Eric. The man that I simply met nearly saw my tears, which I could have shot myself for. It was stupid, but then again he never mentioned it. I don't think he saw my tears, but he knew something was wrong. Even so, I wasn't really thinking of those. No, I was thinking of his smile and his laugh; the way he held me when we danced.
I smiled at that, which I probably shouldn't have. It was kind of childish of me to tell him if he wanted to see me again he could come find me, but it just seemed right. If he really wanted to get to know me he would come. My smile faded, but he hasn't tried to find me, has he? This town is so small that if someone came in asking for a 'Sookie', it would some way get back to my own ears. That hasn't happened and it's been three days. So maybe he wasn't coming. That was fine.
Well, it should be fine anyway. I didn't even know him, so why was it bothering me that he didn't come? I shook my head. I am acting like a love sick teenager, something that I am not, but I couldn't help it. Eric was like nothing I had ever met before. He was funny, kind, sweet, yet something told me he had a slighter darker side. I have no idea why that drew me in, but it did.
Everyone has a darker side don't they? Not something that they share with many people, but it is true. We all have secrets in our closet and it takes trust for people to open up and tell them all about their skeletons. To be honest, I wanted to know more about him and I probably wouldn't like everything I heard, but that came with the territory. You can't change your past, which was something I knew very well.
How did it come to this? That I would be thinking about this bar owner in Shreveport, that was from Sweden, that loved the song that I did, that had a gorgeous smile and a handsome laugh, that had blue eyes, that was mysterious and clearly the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my life.
I clearly listen too much when people talk…
It doesn't matter though. I shouldn't be pinning and waiting for him to come and…what? Sweep me off my feet? I could have snorted. Yeah, like he would totally want to take on my baggage anyway. But…was it so horrible to wish for things, even if they don't come true? Probably, because with as much as I think of him-which is pretty creepy, if I think about it-he could possibly break my heart. That was insane, but I couldn't really deny it. I had no idea why I felt this connection. My gran might call it essential destiny; that we were meant to meet and fall in love like the fairytale stories always ended with; a happily ever after.
If I really believed that…I wouldn't survive in this world.
