Over My Dead Body by PersianFreak

Companion to Happily Never After

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Charlaine Harris. Please don't sue.

Rating: M for... language??

A/N: Holy sparkling vampires, you guys! Thanks for all the amazing reviews!! They were so much fun to read and I am so grateful that I have you all :) I will do my very best to answer all your questions in the story, if I haven't messaged you already. Thanks again for all the support. As of now, I don't see the story taking any more than three chapters to wrap up, but then again I always end up writing more than I planned on (this story was supposed to be short, honest to god), so we will see. Also, I'd like you to know that this scene is what inspired me to write the actual story, so I have had it saved on my computer since before the first chapter!

Reviews brighten my day, but you knew that already.

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"Sookie!" I ignored my name and continued walking (or rather, running) towards the employee entrance. I felt his iron grip on my shoulder as he spun me around to face him.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed viciously and he removed his hand.

"I loved her, what was I supposed to do?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shoved him backwards into the wall. "You think I give a fuck that you turned her? You think it would have mattered to me?" He looked so upset, so desperate; but I was too far gone to stop now. I was shaking with anger and hurt and pushed far beyond any means of holding back. "You lied to me! For two hundred years, you lied to me!"

"Sookie, darling, just-"

"Don't call me that, Eric," I snapped, "I am not your darling. Not anymore."

"Sookie..."

"I gave you everything; everything I had. I was honest with you, and faithful, and I loved you more than anything, and all the while you hid the fact that your first wife was alive because you happened to turn her." A part of me noted that tears were streaming down my face, that Gabriella, one of the waitresses, was listening from inside the employees' change room, and that I was shaking with the force of my emotions. "I hate you," I pounded my fists against his chest ineffectually and he pulled me roughly into his arms, "I hate you so much."

"How was I supposed to tell you?" Eric's voice almost shook with sadness. "I changed her because I couldn't bear to watch her die, and then I left her because I couldn't bear for her to see what I'd become. How was I supposed to tell you that?"

"You should have found a way." I could hear the bitterness practically dripping from my words as I wrenched myself out of his hold. "What made you think that I wouldn't understand? That I wouldn't be able to get past it? What did I do- in the two hundred years of our marriage- that made you think I couldn't handle the truth?"

"It's my fault." He whispered.

"Yes, it is." My own words shocked me; when had I become so unforgiving? Was I being too harsh to the man whom I had spent over two centuries loving?

"I love you." He said as if he could hear me. He even stepped forward, but I stepped back.

"You said that to her, too," I bit my lip, the knife sliding in deeper as I replayed the confrontation in the bar in my mind, "So either you lied to me about loving me for over two hundred years, or you lied to her, which brings up the question why you would feel obligated to tell her that."

"I love you," He said again.

"I wish that were enough," More tears streamed down my face, "I wish it were, Eric." I looked down to find my hand in his. When had that happened? I let go. "I'm leaving."

"Sookie, please..." Was it a trick of the light or were his eyes also rimmed in red?

"Don't come after me," I looked him dead in the eye, "Don't try and find me, and don't you dare Call me, Eric."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know," I admitted, "I need to just get away and think. I can't think when I'm around you."

"Does that mean you might come back?"

"We'll see." I said after a moment, turning on the spot to walk away.

"Sookie-" He called after me and I whirled around to face him again, my carefully-restrained anger bubbling to the surface once more.

"Do you want to know why I was so threatened by her?" I asked, shaking slightly and continuing before he had the chance to respond, "Because she's everything that I can never be. I can never have breakfast with you, or make your favourite food. I can never meet your parents and try and suck up to your mom. I can't ever get pregnant and have your child the way she did. And all these things; the thought of them just kept hitting me over the head and I was so damned threatened by her. But then I remembered that I have a lot of things on her, too, Eric. She never saved you from an exploding building, or nursed you back to health by giving you her blood. She never took you in when you needed someone to protect you for once in your life and she sure as hell didn't get to be with you for as long as I have. So I deserve better, Eric. I deserve better than this because I may not have given you everything she did, but in the long run, I have given way more than she ever can. I deserved the truth, no matter how hard it may have been for you to give it to me. You had so many opportunities to tell me; so many nights that we lay together in bed, so many car rides, so many chances. You even still had a chance when she first walked into Fangtasia, but you didn't take it. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I was the only thing you couldn't face." I stood in front of him, emotionally exhausted and strangely empty, and yet Eric's crimson tears sent another jab into my heart. I hated myself for simultaneously taking pleasure in his tears and wanting to kiss them away.

"Good-bye, Eric." I sighed at last.

"Good-bye, Sookie." I turned away before he attempted to touch me and managed to reach my car before I ran into anyone else.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Pam stepped out of the darkness just as I was opening the car door.

"Leaving."

"I can see that," She seethed, "Sookie, don't be such a child-"

"Is it really that childish of me to be upset that my husband lied to me?" I interrupted, shooting her an angry look.

"It's childish of you to leave." Was her cool retort.

"Good-bye, Pam."

I drove home and packed a few things before heading for the nearest highway.

I had crossed the Florida state line well before dawn.