A/N: OK, I think it's sad that I need to reread my own stories each time before I write another chapter. It's a combination of my crappy short-term memory and the passing of time. I started therapy so that's the best excuse I have at the moment. I like to write about Sookie because we have a lot in common. I'm planning on writing a book after I've gotten over it, but right now it's all a rollercoaster... the perfect sort of frame of mind to write this chapter.

Sookie POV:

I was having a dream about playing in the snow with Eric when he shook me awake. I looked around my surroundings to see if anything was familiar. I was in a gigantic fluffy bed with a canopy and matching hand carved dressers and vanity table.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I mumbled, "Mmm, where are we?"

"We're in a hotel in Dallas. I want you to get up, eat some of the room service I ordered for you and then get on a flight, the next flight out."

"Are we running? Where are we going Eric?"

"You are going anywhere in the world you would like to go."

I smiled until I fully took in the deep frown on his face. "Eric what's going on? Do you know something new about Pam?"

"She was taken to Oklahoma by my maker. Ocella made a deal with the queen that promises the both of us to her."

Now I was really confused. "Why would she want you? Unless they're going to use you to keep me in line?"

"She wants to marry me. The paperwork has already been taken care of thanks to Ocella. Pamela is planning the arrangements."

"What? Eric you can't, you're not going to are you?"

"Sookie, it is almost dawn. I don't have time to go into this with you. The only thing that matters is that you are safe. That's why you're going to get on a plane as soon as the sun comes up. I have a passport and all the necessary papers ready for you to go anywhere in the world. I purchased a new cell phone for you under your new name. There are multiple accounts in your name that cannot be traced back to me so you can use however much you need to stay safe and comfortable."

This was all happening so fast, way too fast. "Eric."

"I told you Sookie and you agreed to follow my lead. When I say run, you run and don't look back. I'm telling you to run now. There is no other option Sookie. My maker ordered me to bring the telepath to him in Oklahoma. I cannot disobey a direct command Sookie. I have to go."

"How are you going to show up without me then?"

"He made the mistake of not being specific as to which telepath. That's why we're in Dallas. I'm borrowing your friend Barry from Stan. He's too precious for them to do anything other than return him. He won't be harmed. I promise."

"What about you?"

"I have survived my makers anger before. This will not be an issue. He may try to make me use the bond to locate you. I need you to shut off your end of the bond so that it can't be used against you Sookie. If you need to, you can open it during the day wherever you are."

"Eric I can't do this." I was starting to hyperventilate from the rush of emotions.

He tilted my chin up to look me in the eyes. "You can and you will. You must have faith that someday I will find you Sookie. I will find a way back to you because my undead life will be empty without you. I have not forgotten your request to be my childe. Someday, when my maker is finally dead and can no longer hurt us, I will find you. I will turn you and show you what an eternity of love can be like. We will have the happy ending we so deserve, but you must do this for me, dear one. The stakes are too high and the reward too great for you to fail."

"How can I not fail Eric? I don't know the first thing about living under a different name. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Wherever you decide, you cannot tell me. It will be too easy for Ocella to make me tell him where you are headed."

He started to settle down in bed, his body growing weaker. The sun was coming up. He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly. I placed a hand on his unbeating heart and he threaded his fingers into my hair. When I came up for air and rested my forehead against his, he smiled.

"You are the woman I love. As long as you walk this earth, you carry a piece of me with you. You are never alone. You are stronger than you know. When you don't have time to doubt yourself, to only survive, you will see just what you are capable of. I love you, Sookie."

He fell under the sun's influence and proceeded to be dead. I looked around the room for a while, pussy-footing about until I decided I should order some breakfast and get a move on. I wasn't familiar with many of the dishes on the menu and they looked sort of expensive so I settled on Eggs Benedict.

It would probably be a half hour until my food showed up so I started to go through the papers. There was a box on the table as well that made me curious. I stopped shuffling through the various legal documents, as they were overwhelming to me at the moment. I closed the door to the bedroom that had a separate key code entry device on it.

When I thought of all the things that could possibly be in the box, nothing prepared me for the giggles that errupted from me at seeing it was a wig. I had never thought once in my life about the necessity of wigs. I bet Eric got this because I was so not dyeing my hair. I put my hair back and secured the wig, using the instructions provided. Once, it was on, I stepped into the bathroom and looked at myself. The wig was a good start, but I still looked like Sookie Stackhouse with long, dark brown hair. On the sink, I found an assortment of high-end cosmetics that would help with that. I went overboard on the makeup, making my eyebrows darker to match my new hair.

I chose coral lipstick and gloss and a lighter foundation to make my skin pale. I didn't make it vampire pale, but I sure didn't look like my usual sun-worshipping self. I finished off with dark mascara and eyeliner. Oh, god. I looked like a goth chick. To complete the look, I put on a pair of Gucci glasses. If I was going to parade around like a vamp wannabe, I was at least going to look intelligent.

After scootchin' the glasses further up my nose, there was a knock at the door. Well let's see how well my disguise works. When I opened the door for room service, the guy spent most of the time sneaking glances at my boobs in the cable knit sweater I was wearing. I began to wonder what the point of a disguise was at all. Well I guess I'd still have to fool women too.

I sat down to look through the papers once again and look at my passport. Somehow, Eric had managed to make me a brunette in the picture too. My new name was Adele Hansen. It made me smile that Eric knew I'd want to take Gran's name. Once I double checked all of my papers and changed my sweater for something more appropriate for Texas weather, I was ready to go to the airport.

I hailed a cab and I was on my way. While there were many questions flitting across my mind, I decided to settle on the necessary one for now. Now where would I run off to?

A/N: We'll be hopping back and forth between POVs. Where do you think Sookie should run off to? What do you think Barry's going to think when our sexy Viking comes a knockin'? I reread all of the reviews that you guys have left on this story. A lot of them made me smile and laugh. I'm sorry if nobody likes Ocella and Freyda. They are really good for drama, but they're not going to be the only ones looking for Sookie. Thank you for reading (rereading) and reviewing. I'm writing everyday so the next chapter will be to you by Tuesday.

Love,

PIP