AN: Hello everyone! Another day, another chapter. This maybe the only chapter today as after working non-stop yesterday with posting the next two chapters of His Seven Deadly Sins along with posting the next chapter The Blood Of Brothers and a one-shot, I think I deserve a bit of a break. However if I can scrape together enough energy, I will post the next chapter sometime later tonight and if not I will make it my mission tomorrow to give you three full chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or The Southern Vampire Mysteries series, any and all rights belong to the wonderful Charlene Harris.

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone
Boy with a broken soul
Heart with a gaping hole
Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality
Kissing death and losing my breath
Midnight hours cobble street passages
Forgotten savages, forgotten savages

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone
Let her

find a way to a better place
Broken dreams and silent screams
Empty churches with soulless curses
We found a way to escape the day

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone
Lost in the pages of self made cages
Life slips away and the ghosts come to play
These are hard times
These are hard times for dreamers
And love lost believers

Candybar creep show
My highs hit a new low
Marinate in misery
Like a girl of only 17
Man made madness
And the romance of sadness
A beautiful dance that happened by chance
Happened by chance, happened by chance

"Bones" – MS MR

- Eric's POV –

I awoke with a strange sense of serenity and tranquillity about me. The reasoning behind the oddity was that I knew that Sookie was still here, in the house; her presence brought a new mood to the home that was boldly evident.

As I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I took note of the unsettled storm outside my window; with its growling thunder and tapering rain. It almost reflected my frame of mind.

I thought back on all that happened this past couple of days. Sookie's gotten her way, everything she wanted, just by gliding herself around people's fingers as if they'd do anything to please her. I even scold myself for wanting to satisfy her desires.

Sookie started a game with me, and I so desperately wanted to quit.

"Hello."

My whole body flinched when the unexpected voice arose from behind me. I turned around to see Sookie sitting on top of my clothes dresser, legs crossed and expression amused. Her outfit was one I had not seen before, and I silently wondered when brought any luggage from her home to mine.

"Sookie, what are you doing here?" I sighed in irritation.

She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't expecting you to be such a grouch in the morning, Eric."

"I'm not a grouch; I just don't enjoy waking up with a girl in my bedroom."

A smirk came to play on her lips and her eyes held a glint to them, one that meant she had something impish in mind. "Ah, I see."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing really."

"Tell. Me."

"I was just unaware that you were homosexually persistent that's all."

"I blinked. Homosexual? "What…?" I thought back on the conversation and tried to pinpoint how she came to that conclusion…I just don't enjoy waking up with a girl in my bedroom…

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a child. I am not gay, and in fact-"My words were cut short when I caught sight of the alarm clock on my bedside table. The angry red digits read 9:27.

"Shoot! I'm late for school!"

I jumped out of bed and pulled Sookie off my dresser, combing through my shirt drawer to find something suitable to wear for the day. Setting on an dark blue polo, I was about to put it on when a cold hand grabbed hold of my shoulder.

"Stop," was all she said, taking the shirt from my hands and tossing it back into the drawer.

"What for?" I huffed, failing to reach for my polo.

"You're not going to school today; you're staying home, with me. We're going to relax."

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Um, no. I'm going to school. I need the classes and my friends are there. Heck, I haven't even talked to my girlfriend since the party."

While I was about to pull on the shirt, her hand caught my bicep and tugged, firm enough to make me stop. Her eyes where the colour of the ocean in a storm, slapping at rocks nesting on the coast and fuming at its force.

"Stop it," I growled.

She tsked. "Don't be so mean Eric; I'm only a girl." Her words were filled with faux innocence. In my head, I knew it was all fake, and her little act was completely ridiculous in every way. Yet some other dominant part of my brain remembered how my mother taught me to treat women, and I fell hopelessly under Sookie's command.

"Fine."

By 5:30, I was quite surprised that I lasted all day with Sookie. We put no effort into anything that we did, which consisted of watching television, eating, and the occasional nap.

We didn't even bicker, though I did keep her in my peripheral vision at all times, in every room that we were in together. I found it odd that she didn't try anything; who knows what lengths she's willing to go to.

"Sookie? Eric? I'm home."

I heard the front door open and close, followed by a rustling of bags as my mother entered the house. Great…the guilt trip.

"Hey honey," she smiled warmly at me when she stepped into the kitchen, where Sookie and I were enjoying a bowl of cereal.

"Hey," I mumbled between the clanks of spoons against bowls and faint munching of the crispy food.

"How was school?"

I swallowed and began my apologetic speech about what a weak, lazy person I was and how terribly sorry I was for not getting my butt up for school. "Actually Mom, Sookie and I-"

"-were lab partners," Sookie ended with a death glare in my direction. In return, I shot her a what-in-the-world-are-you-thinking-do-you-want-me-to-go-to-Hell-look.

"Oh what fun!" my mother replied with genuine joy. She set her bags on the counter and pinned back flyways that had escaped her clip. "How about I start supper?"

Both of us nodded. "Sounds great, Ms. Northman," Sookie replied in sly coyness. "Let's go," she murmured in my ear, getting up from the table and grabbing my arm.

She nearly dragged me all the way up the stairs and into my room before I heard my mom's distant call from her neutral spot where we left her. "Don't you two be getting into any trouble, you hear?"

Sookie scoffed under her breath. "As if."

I yanked my arm from her tight hold. "What are we doing?" I hissed.

"I'm gonna talk some sense into you; what the hell were you thinking?" she rasped. "You can't just tell your mother we skipped school!"

"Why not?" I scowled, oblivious to the source of her anger.

"Because-you…we…-you just can't, okay?"

"Fine!" I exploded.

"Fine!"

We glared at each other for mere moments, her dark grey storms piercing into my pale blue eyes. As soon as I was just about to blink and look away, she gestured with a nod of her head towards the door.

"Get washed up," she ordered harshly.

Rolling my eyes, I turned on my heel, away from her frozen state of severe intensity and into the bathroom, I closed the door and locked it for good measure so she wouldn't intrude on the only instants I had alone from her.

I lathered on the soap under the hot running water, relaxing them within the curls of hot steam. I sighed out of pleasure of the relieving feeling. It felt good…amazingly good…

In that second, the base of my left hand began to burn, pain searing throughout my wrist.

"Ah!" I gasped, my eyes closing from the uncomfortable blazing. It almost felt as though someone was carving into my skin some sort of shape…but what shape…

I gathered enough strength to open my eyes and peer at the invisible burning sensation. I gaped in horror of the brilliant red mark inked upon my wrist, yet again.

A second crimson cross.

Who would ever have guessed her One Deadly Secret had anything to with Seven Deadly Sins?

AN: There we have it, and like I said in the author's note at the beginning, I will try to post the next chapter but it will be later on tonight and if I can't I will endeavour to post three full chapters tomorrow.

Fenrir Vanagandr ~