A/N Charlaine Harris owns everything, I own nothing, nada,zero, zip ,zilch

I have no beta so all screwups are my very own.

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First things first, was this Eric as talented in the love making department as my Eric?

Um, no.

Was he as skillful as Bill?

Um, no.

Both vampires had had decades, or in Eric's case centuries, to perfect their techniques down to a fine art, an art that I had maybe taken for granted just a smidge. This Eric would be more in the realm of Quinn's skill level, very enjoyable but not reaching those toe tingling Mount Everest levels of satisfaction.

What he lacked in experience and skill though, he made up for in enthusiasm and good humor. Even without being able to understand each other's language, we jelled quickly as we laughed and rolled around on the fur bed in the warm sunlight. His playfulness was infectious and for a short while I forgot about my current dilemma and just enjoyed myself. Originally I had left my chemise on, but with Eric tugging and pulling at it, I feared it would get torn; so off it came.

I'd been worried about receiving his thoughts with this much contact, but he was pretty focused, much to my relief. Since he was my first human lover, I'd been concerned about receiving all sorts of images of other women and such. And he got really REALLY focused once he'd entered me. I actually cried out a little. I'd forgotten how large he was and how it felt, but he kept talking to me like he was trying to "talk me through it". He said my name over and over in a soothing way.

It was this old language that I had heard Eric use a few times before in bed, but he didn't speak the same way. My Eric spoke with a measured force that exhibited his power and position. Even when he was relaxed, that constant thoughtfulness was always there, that he was thinking about what he said, before he said it. This Eric seemed so much more spontaneous, but then, he was a young man wasn't he?

Giggling is not something I would ever associate with Eric either, but I got to experience that too. And I had to laugh with him because it just struck me as so funny to hear him giggle as he tackled my boobs like he'd never seen any before. The golden beard tickled me as he buried his face into my skin. I lay on a fur covered rock, under a sunlit sky, my arms wrapped around Eric as I'd never seen him: young, excitable, fresh with joy in the moment.

I didn't want it to end.

Post whoopee, we lay coiled around each other, gazing up at the deep blue sky watching fluffy clouds go by, or at least I did. Eric was basking in a lovely afterglow which I did not share. I came close, but no cigar. Worrying about being sold into slavery will do that to you. He kept snuggling close to me, stroking my hair, giving my bottom friendly squeezes here and there. The novelty of hearing his heartbeat kept me hovering near his chest. I pressed my cheek against his warmth and listened to its steady rhythm.

After a while, he heaved a long sigh and said my name, followed by a regretful sounding little statement. Sitting up, he started pulling his smelly clothes back on. Taking the hint, I followed suit. As I had suspected, getting my corset back on wasn't too hard since it was now a little loose on me. Everything else went on easily enough, although I struggled with the ties a little. It wasn't like Eric was that big of a help. Putting dirty clothes back on always sucks though. It just felt gross since I'd gotten my skin kinda sorta semi clean.

Dunking some type of water bag/skin into the pond, he filled it up, then followed with another. They swelled and sloshed as he tossed them back onto the rock. As we were getting ourselves together and swinging the various bags/bundles onto our shoulders, Eric pulled something out of one of them and handed it to me. It looked like some kind of jerky, who knows what kind of animal it was. But I've eaten a Slim Jim or two, so I gave it an experimental bite. It wasn't as spicy as the jerky I was used to in Louisiana, and it was a bit gamey, but I wasn't about to be picky.

We made our way back up the little crooked pathway and merged onto the main path. The jerky was really chewy and I had to work it a little. No wonder so many of these people were missing teeth, besides the whole issue of no dentists, toothbrushes, and fluoride.

So, I trudged through the forest, following Eric's broad back and bouncing bundles while chewing and gnawing my genuine Viking made jerky. I wasn't sure how much time had passed although I was getting used to following the sun's path across the sky like everyone else. It had been a couple hours and I noticed that Eric was slowing down. I couldn't read his literal thoughts of course, but emotionally he seemed ….unhappy?

Trotting up next to him, I grasped his large hand to me and asked, "Are you okay Eric?" I wasn't expecting an answer of course, but I hoped he would understand my tone. He looked down at me with an uncommon Eric expression, one of uncertainty. He said my name and answered me with an exasperated, regretful expression. I patted his hand a little, not knowing what else to do.

Suddenly, he swung his long arms around me and held me tightly against him while stroking my long hair which was still unbound and cascading past my shoulders. I snuck my arms around his torso with my face buried in the musty furs and waited. It seemed he was having a tiny bit of a crisis.

This was good.

It may seem a little selfish of me to be happy about his crisis between what he wanted and what his village elders had decided, but hey…this was survival time honey and Sookie Stackhouse wasn't going down without a fight. If his village got a little ticked at him for hauling me back into their midst, so be it.

Eric tilted my face upwards so he could look at me more closely. His bearded lips pressed tightly together as his hands squeezed my shoulders. Those big blue eyes stared intensely into mine as he seemed to come to a decision. Leaning over, his warm lips melded to mine, then again and again. I ignored his jerky breath and returned his kisses while holding him as tightly as I could. When he finally broke away from me, he was smiling.

"Suukyaa", he murmured, as he reach out and tucked my hair behind my ears. Shaking his blond mane, he turned and picked up the bundles he had dropped in the process of our little make out session. Waving me to follow, he turned back and started walking briskly back the way we had come. He let out a self conscious barking laugh as we started trekking back.

Mission accomplished.

I hustled to keep up with him. Now that he was all gunned up I didn't want to give him a reason to change his mind. Not to mention, it was late afternoon and the sun would start falling into the horizon in a couple hours. It would be unlikely that we would make it back to the campground and impossible for us to make it back to his village with the daylight we had left.

What kind of reaction would we get when we got there? Everyone had seemed pretty content to have me G O N E and the village leaders had made a final decision. Would there be repercussions for Eric? I shook my head vigorously. I had gotten this far by not thinking too far ahead. Sticking to that plan seemed to be working, so I would stick to it now.

It was tiring, keeping up with Eric. He wasn't slowing down for me like he had before. He was expecting me to keep up and he was striding pretty quickly. My legs were a lot shorter than his and I had to take two steps to his every one. I was panting with my heavy skirts really starting to weigh me down as they whipped around my legs as we speed walked through the forest. We had passed the crooked tree, so we were definitely on the same pathway back.

The sun had passed the top edge of the trees and was peeking pink and orange watery rays as it started to disappear. Eric came to an abrupt stop in a small clearing, looked around and proceeded to drop his bundles on the ground. I guess this was where we were stopping for the night. Once I saw he was starting to gather firewood, I ran around trying to help him. He cleared a spot for a fire and repeated his actions with the little stone and metal firestarter as he had a couple nights before.

I huddled next to him as he patiently struck the stone over and over until he got sparks and created a little flamed beginning. At this point, I realized that I was scared. We were alone in this forest, truly alone. We had been walking all day and seen no one on this trail. Given the time of year, it seemed everyone was too busy harvesting and storing food for the winter to be traipsing around visiting each other. If something happened, we'd be on our own. It was a good thing I'd gotten some sleep the night before since it was unlikely I'd be getting any tonight.

Once we'd gathered enough firewood to keep us going for the night, we settled down next to the flames. Eric unrolled a couple of the bundles with wool blankets and some type of animal skin for us to sit on. Dinner consisted of some of the water from the little pond we'd washed in (the skin it was in affected the taste somewhat) and more cheese and jerky. We polished all that off with a few more of those tart dried berries that Eric happened to had stuck in one of his little bags.

It was a miracle Eric had gotten so big on this type of diet. Maybe when he wasn't dragging around a slowpoke woman wearing a Civil War Reenactor's dress, he got busy clubbing caribou and eating them by himself, who knows?

Darkness falls fast in this part of the world, I can tell you that. We pulled the blankets tightly around our fur covered selves as the temperature started dropping with the oncoming night. We leaned against each other as close to the fire as possible. I was kind of happy to see he was chilled a bit too, so I could feel like less of a weenie.

Lowering my shields, I scanned the area around us repeatedly for any signs of people or god forbid, vampires again. Hopefully, Mr One Armed Vampire was still sleeping off his injury in his hidey hole somewhere and wasn't going to track us for revenge or something. Eric's thought processes were going a mile a minute with the faces of people from his village dominating them. His main concern was what was going to happen when we got to his village I'm sure. Between worrying about Mr One Arm and Eric's worries, the one thing I didn't have to worry about was getting sleepy.

And so we sat, gazing at the flickering light holding back the night. Periodically, Eric would toss some of the wood we had collected onto the fire, causing little sparks to fly into the trees. I hoped he knew what he was doing. Getting caught in the middle of a forest fire would just be too much piling on top of everything else I was dealing with right now.

It was remarkable, now that I had time to think about it, that Eric was making this decision. Not that I was sorry mind you. But he had just met me and we didn't even speak the same language. Granted, I gave him a really good time on sunny rock. But I find it unlikely that Eric had trouble finding bed partners, so that couldn't be the only reason. It was odd. Maybe the connection we had in the future wasn't just caused by the blood we had shared. Sometimes people just click you know? And before we had shared blood, I had liked him, when I wasn't being scared of him.

During these musings, my mind was drifting a bit. Eric was managing to doze a little, even though he was in an upright position. And then…..

Vampire!

The negative space that I associated with the undead had come within my range and I bolted upright in my seat.

"Eric!" I said, as I jabbed him in the side and dropped the blanket, looking around wildly. Mr One Arm must have tracked us down for some old style revenge. Eric jolted awake and looked down at me. "Eric" I repeated, "Out there! Get your sword out!" I was waving at the dark forest around us and Eric immediately understood. We both jumped to our feet and Eric drew his sword, standing ready for battle. I drew the stake from my bag and prayed I'd get lucky just one more time.

Unfortunately, God wasn't going to grant this one.

It happened within the blink of an eye. Before modern lighting, vampires had all the advantages at night. Let's face it, smoky burning wood may provide decent warmth, but as lighting…it sucks.

The vampire erupted out of the dark woods, onto Eric and had him on the ground before I could even yell a warning. This wasn't the young one armed vampire we had fought a few nights before. This vampire was old. He knocked Eric's sword out of the way, pinned him down and was drinking from him before Eric even knew what was happening. It was hard to see him, but he wasn't that big. What clothes he was wearing were ripped up dirty rags and he'd been sleeping in the earth judging from his dirty state. And right now he was a dark shadow perched on top of Eric and stealing his life.

Eric, God bless him, was trying to fight him off. He was kicking and yelling incoherently, pulling the vampire's ragged clothing. The vampire's grimy hand was buried in Eric's long golden hair, holding his head back so he could suck from his neck with little effort. Then I realized Eric was yelling my name, "Suukyaa!" His head twisted around as he tried to see where I was. Where I was was standing paralyzed watching from ten feet away, my makeshift stake gripped in my right hand.

I was terrified, my legs didn't want to move. The last vampire I'd seen move this fast had been Queen Sophie Anne's bodyguard Andre. He had been over a thousand years old and was turned when he was a teenager. That hadn't stopped him from becoming a fearsome fighter and I well remembered that even Eric gave him a wide berth.

"Suukyaa!"

It was killing me hearing Eric call my name. I wasn't sure if it was that he was afraid for me or he was impatient for me to use my magic and kill this asshole. But I already knew it wasn't going to be that easy. I decided to try something else. I picked up a rock off the ground and threw it at the vampire's head. My softball coach would have been impressed.

"Hey you!" I yelled as the rock bounced off the vampire's dark hair. Not very articulate, but then I was trying to distract him from draining Eric. The shadow's head jerked up and a set of dark, liquid eyes stared at me with the white fangs shining like neon and Eric's blood dripping from his chin. I stood there like a dummy, yelling louder like he was deaf, "Leave him alone"! Oh, yeah, like that's gonna work. I hadn't thought too far ahead in my little Stop Draining Eric Plan.

So I stood and waited for him to leap off Eric and jump on me. The only good thing is that my death would be quick and painless, most likely. Me and the ancient vampire stared at each other for a few heart pounding moments. Then the only thing that happened was that the vampire laughed. He laughed! A low chuckle like he'd never seen anything as amusing as me. It was hard to decide whether to be relieved or insulted. When he saw the stake in my hand, he started laughing even louder. Then quick as you could blink, he flashed past me, knocking the stake from my hand and was back on top of Eric.

Having proved his point, he sunk his fangs back into Eric who was losing coherency. He kept trying to push the vampire away, but even though Eric was a bigger man and had longer arms it wasn't going to make any difference. You'd think that having spent so much time around vampires and been involved in a few battles, that I've seen people drained before. But in battle, vampires can't take the time to drain someone, they just tear them apart instead. So, I've never actually seen anyone slowly drained until they died.

So, Eric kept pushing at the vampire as hard as he could which wasn't saying much since he was now missing a big portion of his blood. Every once in a while his head would roll back and forth and he would say "Suukyaa?" like he was looking for me.

"I'm here Eric, I'm right here", I replied. Then, just to prove how completely stupid I am, I ran over and started pulling at the vampire's shoulders. Like I could pull this guy off of anything, much less a supersized meal like Eric. It was just impossible to stand there doing nothing. Much to my surprise, the vampire sat up and whipped around to look at me again. I gave a yelp and jumped back a couple feet. The vampire just smiled through the scars on his face, his fang's white shine ruined by Eric's blood clinging to them. Even getting a better look at him in the light of the fire, he still looked like some muscular, prehistoric shadow. Right now, he was a very plumped up, slightly pink looking shadow since he had probably just had his best meal in a long time.

The vampire slithered over to Eric's bundles and started rifling through them. I took the opportunity to go check on Eric, who was pretty out of it by now, but still alive. Even in the firelight, I could tell that he was much paler than before. I kneeled next to him so he could see me while the vampire rummaged amongst Eric's belongings behind me. Eric's eyes were opening and closing in a sleepy manner and he held his hand up to me. I grabbed it and held it firmly to my breast, "I'm right here Eric. I'm here", I repeated. He mumbled something as a response.

A hiss behind me made me jerk around. The vampire had stuck his grimy hand in my grocery bag and something didn't agree with him. It looked like he had yanked his hand out and was flexing it experimentally. I didn't really get a chance to think on that because he suddenly flashed back to Eric. I couldn't help it, I had to back up a little since being so close to this guy was overwhelming. He was probably going to finish Eric. I stood there thinking about what I was going to do to stop that. There were various pieces of wood thrown around from our firebuilding, but what chance did I have against this guy?

To my surprise, he crouched next to Eric and looked down at him. I got a better look at him and his expression unmistakable. I didn't need telepathy to figure out he thought Eric was attractive. The fact that he had started gently stroking Eric's face with his hand was a big hint too. When his hands started going lower, I had to avert my eyes. My eyes started roaming around our little campground and I spotted my stake. If this jerk started doing stuff to Eric, maybe that would be my opportunity to stake him.

The vampire was murmuring something to Eric, so he knew Eric's language. Eric seemed to be hearing him, but spat something back and I mean literally SPAT back. He spit at the vampire, so whatever the vampire had said to him had not been received well. It wasn't like the spit made a big difference to the vampire's dirty clothing. He smiled down at Eric affectionately, patted his face, which caused a short stream of words to emit from Eric's mouth. I'm sure they had nothing good to say about the vampire's character, heritage, or habits.

Then the most shocking thing happened. The vampire left. One minute he was crouched next to Eric and the next he disappeared into the forest like a bat out of hell. I stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what was going on. His "signature" had already disappeared, so he was gone.

I ran over to Eric and checked his neck. The vampire's fang marks were already healing from the saliva that they excrete when they feed. He was conscious, but wavering a bit and he wasn't going to be running any marathons that's for sure. I grabbed the blankets and extra furs and piled them on him since I was scared he would go into shock from the blood loss. Running around the campsite, I snatched up as much of the wood as I could and the flames climbed higher and our little area hotter. Trying to keep Eric warm was my first priority, so I lay down next to him as closely as I could to share my body heat.

Eric was drifting off, but I was wide awake, still pumped from the adrenaline. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Why had the vampire left? He had gotten a nice big meal from Eric. He seemed to really like him, so why leave? It took a little while for my brain to connect all the dots. We were out in the middle of nowhere with no people for miles and miles. The vampire had to know this. Maybe he had already checked the trails we were on and knew no one was coming from either direction. He seemed to really like Eric, but ignored me except when he was laughing at me.

Click went my brain.

He hadn't bothered glamouring us, which just now struck me. He had fed enough to incapacitate Eric, but not kill him. Why?

Click.

Maybe this vampire was Eric's Maker. That meant he would come back for him, but why leave me alive? Well, why kill a helpless woman when I had no place to run to? If he had killed me tonight, I would have been a rotted useless corpse by the time he rose tomorrow night. Why do that when he could just leave me alive and track me later, kind of like storing leftovers in the refridgerator. Plus a vampire this old wouldn't be stupid. He had to know I'd stay with Eric to take care of him.

Was that what I was going to do? I thought about the trails and how far we'd come. Like someone riding in the passenger seat of a car and not paying attention, I hadn't really noted the path we'd been following. I had blindly followed Eric's back the whole way. I could run in the direction of the strange village we'd been heading to, but then even if I got there, how would I ask for help? Or, I could run towards Eric's village, but that was a full day's run away and they didn't exactly want to see my face again. If I showed up yelling Eric's name, some of them might come with me, but by the time we got back here, it wouldn't matter. They would assume I had done something to Eric and that would be that.

But all this was semantics. There was no way I could plow through this forest on my own. Unless, we got lucky and some merry band of Vikings (friendly ones!) came along, Eric and I were toast.

And why was I still here? Why hadn't I leaped out yet? When I had been with human Bill, I had leaped out when Lorena jumped him. Maybe I was wrong and there was no purpose to this time jumping thing. Maybe I was destined to die right here, in the middle of this forest near the top of the world, with Eric.

There was nothing I could do.

"I'm sorry Eric", I murmured in his ear as I held my hand over his still beating heart. And with the spirit of the defeated, believe it or not, I fell asleep.

The gorgeous sunlight hitting my face woke me up the next morning. After taking a second to get my bearings, I quickly slid my hand across Eric's chest. His heart was still beating thank God. I heaved a sigh of relief, leaning against his big chest for a moment. Lying there listening to hardy Northern birds singing and the embers of our dying fire crackle and pop, I suddenly remembered this might be the last day of my life.

"Eric?" I said, as I patted his face a little.

His eyes opened a little and a hand reached out and covered mine. "Suukyaa", he answered.

"Yes, Eric, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere" I responded. I realized there was no way I could bring myself to leave Eric. I guess I was going to be here until the bitter end.

He made a drinking motion with his hand, so I scampered over to his belongings and dug out one of the water bags and one of the food parcels. I kneeled down and leaned his head against my knees so he could drink and eat without choking. Feeding him little bites of cheese and sips of water….well…it was hard not crying. Eric had no way of knowing what was going to happen to him and there was no way to tell him, so he could prepare himself for it.

The Eric I knew had always seemed comfortable and happy to be a vampire. But he had a thousand years to get that way. And it wasn't like I had ever really asked him about it. Being the pragmatist he is, he would probably say it was a waste of time being unhappy about what could not be changed and he would probably be right. That didn't make me feel any better about Eric being Turned by that dirty gargoyle of a vampire and living out his life creeping around the forest looking for humans like loose change. No wonder he had never mentioned his Maker.

And what about his kids? My memory of the night the police came to the house to inform us of my parents death on that flooded bridge still haunted me from time to time. His children had already lost their mother and now Eric wasn't going to return. And I wasn't the only one thinking about them. Their faces were paramount in Eric's mind when he was awake. The sick feeling I had gotten before Lorena came for Bill was sneaking up on me again. Was there anything I could do for Eric?

I replayed all my options in my head. And then, I replayed them again. I came up with nothing, nada, zero, zip, zilch. Other than killing him, there was no way to stop Eric from being turned into a vampire.

I could kill him.

My breath stopped cold at the thought. Then it restarted once I realized that there was no way I could kill Eric in cold blood, even to save him or myself. If someone attacked me or someone I cared about, that would be different. But to stick a knife in Eric as he lay helpless on the ground? No, I couldn't do it. The Christian part of me that was still around and shaking its tiny fists at me to do the right thing was making itself heard.

All I could do was keep him comfortable and wait. So we did.

I sat with Eric's head on my lap all day, stroking his beard, giving him water and bits of food as needed. He kept fading in and out, but seemed pretty stable physically. It was amazing how strong he was. And for some reason, I started talking to him. I told him how we met or were going to meet. I told him about Pam and how he would like being a vampire, eventually. I told him about all the history he would see and how great modern life was with television, cars, women in bikinis, planes, phones, and the best thing of all: plumbing. When he was a little more awake, I would point at the sun shining in the sky and ask him to look at it and remember.

I sat and held hands with a dying Viking as I watched the sun make its daily march across the sky. Once it disappeared past the trees, the birds quieted as if waiting with us and the forest hushed in anticipation. We had run out of firewood in the immediate area and I didn't want to leave Eric to gather more, so I pulled out one of my genuine beeswax candles and lit it with the hot embers still smoking from the original fire. Its tiny flame flickered in the night like a firefly.

Eric and I were bundled up pretty well and he seemed to be resting when I detected the vampire's presence again. Suddenly, he was in front of us, blending into the night, he was so much a creature of it. I opened my mouth to say something profound, but before I could, I was suddenly flung several feet away. Landing on my posterior, I could hear Eric protesting and thrashing as best he could against the vampire.

I couldn't understand why the vampire hadn't just killed me. Shortly, he'd be pulling Eric with him underground and in a day or so Eric would rise and…and…..he'd need to eat

Click went my brain.

. There would be no Trueblood to take the edge off and I had a very clear memory of Jake Pilferoy. He had been a Were in my previous boyfriend Quinn's employ and had been Turned against his will. When he awoke, Amelia and I had the bad luck to be there and he came after us in the total blood lust of a newly made vampire. That's why this vampire hadn't killed me. I was going to be Eric's first meal, so he wouldn't have to risk taking a freshly Turned out of control vampire near a village.

I had kind of accepted the fact that I was going to die tonight, but for some reason I rebelled against the idea of being baby vamp Eric's first lunchable.

Game on.

The vampire was occupied with Eric. He was draining him and Eric was slowly fading out because I could feel it. It was taking a while since he was being careful with him and Eric was so big. Since I was being ignored, I crawled and felt my way around our little campsite. When I felt the handle of Eric's sword, I knew what I was going to do.

Jumping up and praying I didn't hit Eric by mistake, I jammed the sword down into the vampire as hard as I could. A bellow rang out into the night as the vampire turned and came after me. I hadn't gotten the sword all the way in because it's actually much harder than it looks to jab someone all the way through. The movies make it look so easy. I had figured the vampire would leap onto me and I was ready with my stake. I hadn't figured on tripping over my grocery bag in the dark and falling on my back. The next second the dark figure was upon me, I saw a flash of white fangs gleaming, held up the stake and….

I was falling into the abyss once more.

No scope.

No boundaries.

Merciful silence.

The warmth wrapped around me again like a blanket.

The tiny wavering light was just in my view.

Then came the onslaught.

I came to with noise, smells, jagged edges . It took me a moment to realize I was lying on concrete, maybe a sidewalk? I choked a little from the exhaust that seemed to be permeating the air around me. I could hear people, machinery, cars and feel the vibration of traffic.

Concrete sidewalks?

Pollution?

Cars?

People?

Hooray!

I relaxed a little. My eyes wouldn't open just yet and my body was hurting like I'd been in a major accident this time. I hadn't felt this bad since that beating I'd taken in the basement of the Fellowship of the Sun Church in Dallas. There I had had Bill to take care of me, bath me, dress me, carry me to bed and watch over me. Hell, the way I was feeling right now, I would be tempted to do allow him to do a reenactment.

Sounds were kind of fuzzy and fading in and out. A couple people walked by talking about the economy and people they knew who were out of work. Why wouldn't they stop to help a woman on the sidewalk? I must be in a city. Maybe I wasn't in Louisiana, but up North. That didn't matter. I could call someone, Sam, Eric...hell even my brother ..someone could wire me money for a bus ticket. It sounded like American English being spoken, so I knew I was in the go ole USA.

My fingers idly rubbed the rough concrete and I realized I could also feel my 100% hemp grocery bag against my fingers. I smiled at the thought of this bag traveling all through time with me.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes against the harsh daylight. Squinting, I sat up and glanced around. I was lying in a doorway of a shop with a few other very ragged looking people. Several of them were dozing, one guy was drinking something that was definitely not soda pop. A few women clip clopped their way by, carefully not looking at me or the other people on the ground. They were well dressed with dresses, pumps, hats and gloves; the whole shebang. Was it Sunday?

I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and looked into the street.

The cars weren't right.

They looked like cars I had seen in old photographs that Gran had shown me from when she was a toddler. There was a typical newsstand about thirty feet away filled with newspapers, magazines, and various items for sale. A boy who couldn't have been more than ten years old was standing in front of it holding up a newspaper for passersby to see. He had a cigarette held firmly between his lips and a bundle of papers in his other arm. The top said Baltimore Sun: morning edition and the headline was this:

PRESIDENT HOOVER TO ADDRESS CONGRESS TODAY

Oh crap.

TBC

A/N If you remember a conversation Eric had in chapter 2, you'll know what this is headed. I know it's been a while!

I realized that I've been writing for over a year now! I've learned a lot and you all have been great. One thing i've definitely learned is that writing a chapter where the main characters can't speak to each other is REALLY hard and I won't be doing it again. LOL! I'm so glad we're back in America and speaking English. We'll be seeing Bill again and a few other vampires we havn't seen in a while. The writing is going much better and now that I can do dialogue (which is fun) , it should go faster. I hope.