Erikson by TheStrongOne

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Chapter Ten

OO*** Sookie P.O.V ***OO

I felt bone tired and drained. I knew I had lost a lot of weight in the last week. Most likely a combination of being served unpalatable meals, while being forced to stay awake throughout the night to read minds, before having my blood drained. Felipe de Castro, what a joke of a vampire king cowardly and cruel, I should have let Sigebert kill him all those years ago.

Felipe de Castro had no qualms telling me what a fluke it was that he found me. A very late night trip into the huge all night Wal-Mart two towns over for a refill of Erikson's pain medication. One of Felipe's favorite progenies, Elrod, spotted me as he made a pit stop for true blood while passing through the area on his way to Fangtasia. He ended up blowing off Eric to follow me home before reporting back to Felipe.

I didn't sleep much once they locked me away in my room for the day. My heart raced and my mind spun in endless worry for my child, and life. I spent the days wondering and fretting over my child, who I envisioned being terrified and lost in this world alone. I can't count the hours I spent on my knees praying for his safety and that Eric accepts the truth of our son. I found strength in the knowledge of what a good Marker he is to Pam. I just prayed that he accepted Erikson.

Maybe I should have prayed more for myself but most of my endless stress and worry came from the lack of knowledge of what would become of my child, if I should meet my end. I could feel it coming, in my soul, my body's general acceptation of the coming end.

I sobbed heartbrokenly into my pillow as the impact of what my death would mean. Never seeing Erikson or Eric's sapphire eyes that are so similar to each others… never seeing their identical smirks, or joyful smiles. I cried; full of regret, for never informing Eric of his child, of never being able to tell him the stories, show him the memory books, videos, everything. I'd never be able to explain myself... I would never feel the unconditional love of my child again.

"Mom..Mom..Dad…" I snapped up in the bed as I felt the familiar push of Erikson's thoughts entering my brain. "Eric's coming tonight at first dark, be safe. I love..."

My heart raced as his thoughts were cut off and I rushed to the window, and I caught him walking around the building casually with one of the guards. I focused all my remaining energy on the were's thoughts and was surprised at my sons simple manipulation of the man. "He's safe" I whispered softly before the world spiraled into blackness and my body slumped unto the floor.

I woke sometime later, an hour or so after sunset, it was dark with only the light from the moon illuminating the room. I crawled to the farthest and darkest corner of the room, to cowardly hide as I waited for them to come for me. I smiled as I thought of my dream from earlier, of Erikson warning me that his father was coming, my Viking, coming to my rescue.

I felt the panic grow as the minutes ticked by. My panic turned to full blown terror as the alarms sounded in the building.

I closed my eyes tightly as I concentrate on the mansion that was swarming in fanatic activity. Were minds were flickering off so quickly that I knew they were being slaughtered to death while void after void snapped out of existence.

I sighed, as the chaos came to a halt. I waited for what seemed like forever, at some point moving to stand. I felt my breath hitch as I felt the approach of a void headed down the hall, towards my door. The unexpected knock caused me to jump backwards.

"Miss. Stackhouse." A vampire called from outside of the door. "I'm coming in."

I blinked rapidly, unseeing as the lights were flickered on. "Miss Stackhouse, I need you to follow me"

I nodded as I caught sight of the handsome vampire, before moving my eyes to the floor. I followed behind him obediently. I might feel my upcoming fate but I wasn't going to meet my end any sooner than I had too. I quieted my breathing and made sure not to fall behind his long strides. Every survival instinct I had screaming for me to stay as obedient and submissive as possible. I had a son I needed to stay alive for. I was barely clinging to the hope that I might make it out alive, even though as the days passed it was looking less and less likely.

I keep my eyes on the ground when we came to a stop. I knew by the floor that we were in de Castro grand room. I pictured my sons smiling face, finding strength in his smile as I braced myself, knowing I'd be sending some poor soul to his new fate.

"Momma" I swirled around at the sound of Erikson's voice as my head snapped up.

I sobbed as I took in my son, who was busy freeing himself from Pam's hold. "Momma" Erikson yelled as he bolted towards me.

I laughed when he reached me, my arms pulling him into me. "Erikson"

"Momma" Erikson sighed, as he clung to me.

After a long moment of rocking and shushing, comforting my overwhelmed boy I pushed him back keeping my hands locked around his arms as I looked him over with a critical eye. All thoughts of how tired and drained I was no longer mattered.

"How's your stomach?" I asked lightly as I removed a string of hair from his face, as worry spread across mine.

"The same no worse" Erikson whispered in Swedish.

"Have you had any ill spells?" I asked as I pulled him into another hug.

"No...no...I've been fine Momma, please don't worry. Are you okay?" Erikson asked.

"I'm fine my love" I whispered soothingly as I turned around holding my son protectively against me. Placing a final kiss to his forehead, I willed myself to glance up.

I felt rooted to the floor as I took in Eric's intense, blank face as he watched us. I felt my heart break as I took in the love of my life; I had never wanted to leave his side. I forced the tears back while I forced my voice to work and I called out a very quiet "Thank you, Eric..."

O-o-o Eric P.O.V O-o-o

I waited patiently in the silence using the time to settle my emotions. I needed a moment to come to grips with my new unwanted title of King. I never had much patience or tolerance for the political bullshit that being a King would require. Yet being Sheriff had grown old, and I had grown tired of Felipe de Castro's interference in my slice of Louisiana . Then there was the not so rational side of things, them being that I would always, do everything in my power to protect Sookie, and my child, and my progeny.

As soon as Phillis entered the room I made a quick hand signal dismissing him, as I looked at Sookie, who had yet to look up from the floor. I breathed deeply taking in her scent as I took in her beautiful form. I had questions, so many questions I wanted answers to. I felt so many extreme emotions that I shut them down as I watched her.

"Momma" I watched as Erikson struggled getting out of Pam's grip. I held back a chuckle when he hissed at her and I did smile when I heard the almost silent threat against her favorite new handbag. I watched as he ran straight to his mother and threw his arms around her.

I listened intently to their conversation and I could see the exhaustion in Sookie face flicker out as concern and worry etched itself across her beautiful face instead.

"Thank you, Eric" Sookie said when she finally turned and faced me.

"Sookie, or is it Susanna now?" I drawled sarcastically.

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