AN: As always exuse the constant change of tenses. I can never seem to stick with one. Enjoy.

SPOV

Before I even recovered from the vivid flashes that assaulted my mind I noticed that he was standing, towering over every other person in the club. I broke away from his stare to scan his body, he wore dark wash jeans with worn, black combat boots with a black v neck tee and a leather jacket. He screamed 'DANGER' but that only made him more irresistible.

Then he started to walk toward me, he walked through the crowd of half naked dancing women who took every chance they could to try to discreetly touch him. He shrugged them off as if they were insects buzzing around him. I watched as the crowd parted like the red sea when he neared me. His strut, yes strut, was strong and determined the little voice in my head screamed for me to run or hide but I found myself quite unable to move. I met his eyes again.

I stood too, my body acting of its own accord and took a step in his direction. It felt like some invisible string was tugging me behind my navel toward the beautiful man, the tugging grew stronger and stronger as we came closer to each other. It came to the point where I could no longer resist the pull.

I went to take another step but before I could he appeared in front of me in a blink. He was much too close but at the same time I found it wasn't close enough. I itched to grab his hand to put my hands on his chest or wrap my arms around his neck. I clenched my fists at my sides to stop my compulsive urge to touch him. Once my eyes met his I knew I was done for. He held my gaze, making me feel like a prisoner in the beautiful blue oceans that lead to his soul. I felt like I was drowning in them, gasping for reality like air. He could not be real, if I am dreaming I never want to wake up. I watched him unblinkingly as he lifted his hand from his side to touch the very tips of his fingers to my cheek. My eyes grew wide and he hesitated slightly, but when his skin made contact with mine both of our hesitation was forgotten.

"Sookie," he whispered dragging his finger tips lightly across my skin, "Sookie." He knew my name? But then again I knew his. I am so sure his name is Eric. I can feel his name sing in my veins. Eric… Eric… Eric, each pump of my heart hums. I sigh under his cool touch.

"Eric," I reach my hand up to mimic his touch. When my skin touches his I feel him shiver and I gasp. My mind gets bombarded with more images and I pull my hand away.

I know everything. How could I have forgotten? Forever. I promised him forever. "Eiríkr är det verkligen du?" I can hardly hear what I am saying but I know that it is in his native tongue. His eyes widen and red begins to appear in them. He knows who I am but this small confirmation startles him. How could I ever forget the love of my life? Eric. I know everything about him, I know him better than anyone (even better than Pam at this point). I know his reactions, feelings, and thoughts like I know my own.

We are so caught up in the moment I don't even notice him lean in, the next thing I know my face is in his hands and his mouth is attacking mine and I can't help but respond. My hands are all over his abs and chest. I snake my hands up around his neck and I tug on his hair slightly. He lets out a growl and moves his hands from my cheeks into my hair. Our teeth are scraping against each other to try to be closer. I take his bottom lip between my teeth and he drops fang. I quickly wrap my tongue around one and suck. He moans and folds me in his arms, slamming me against his chest and circling his arms around me. Then he's gone.

My eyes snap open to see Pam behind Eric her jaw slacked open. Gran used to call it catching flies. My hand flies up to cover my mouth and I giggle.

"Eiríkr, vad i helvete? Vem är liten Bo Peep och varför har hon dig så förälskad?" Pam lifted a skeptical eyebrow and I giggle even more. Little does Pam know I understand everything she's saying, and what is with her calling me Little Bo Peep? Pam glanced at me and scanned my body in approval. "Jag antar att jag redan vet svaret på det. Hon är ganska en bit, tror du att du kanske kan dela? Vi kunde visa henne njutning hon har aldrig ens föreställa sig ..." Pam said as she sauntered over to me. She winked, and before Eric would rip her throat out I answered her.

"Åh Pam, jag saknar dig och din lesbisk konstigheter. Men om du inte vill Erik gå mitten ont på dig, föreslår jag att du håller plocka upp linjer till ett minumum." I smiled sweetly at her and winked back. Needless to say she was floored, and Eric was no longer seething with rage. He broke out laughing and kissed me deeply.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" He said grinning.

"Not in the last thousand years, no."

"A thousand… what? Eric, who is she? I don't get it are you playing a joke on me? Is this payback for last months credit card bill because I can explain…" Pam's mind spun and she looked as though she might faint. "AND WHY CAN SHE SPEAK NORSE BETTER THAN ME?" Pam whined.

"No, Pamela this is not a joke. There is a lot I need to explain to you, but I now is not the time." Eric said reassuringly. I guessed Pam could feel Eric's emotions through their bond because she physically relaxed.

"Are you sure I can't have her… just for an hour or two?" Pam teased.

"Pamela, that's enough."

"You're no fun." She pouted.

"Sookie and I are going back into my office, come in when you are finished closing up for the night." Pam just rolled her eyes, winked at me and turned on her heels to head back to manning the door.

Once Pam left my mind was immediately invaded by various tourists and fangbangers. They had watched our entire display and I wasn't the wiser. This was so not good for Eric's big bad vampire persona. "Skit. Hade alla bara vittne om att?" I whispered to him, he just wrapped his arm around my waist and lead me to his office.

Once we crossed the entrence way he scooped me up into his arms, I know what's coming but before I could even open my mouth and tell him "You wouldn't dare." But it's too late he pecked my lips and began swinging me around in circles. I screamed and laughed uncontrollably. "Eric, please. Let me down!" He showed no signs of forfeit, so I had to bring out my heavy artillery. "As your wife I command you to put me down at once!" I try to sound scary and mean, and he puts me down gently never removing his hands from my waist.

"Yes, mistress." He says in mock apology. He has on his signature grin. I remember how much he loves it when I take control. "Sookie, lover? You really remember?" He wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"Yes, how could I have forgotten? I made a promise. Forever, right?" I turn around to look at him and give him by best sweet smile. He grins.

"Lover, you have so much you need to tell me about. You must tell me everything! Where do we even start?"

"Let's start with what happened after I left?" When I say this his posture clearly changes. He is no longer confident and strong. His shoulders hunch and he looks down at the ground.

"It was very different when you left. You remember the fight? When the intruders broke down our door we fought with everything we had. You and I together like always. But when the fight was nearly over we turned our backs to each other to slay the men attacking us from either side and when I turned back to you all I saw were the bloody corpse of the intruder and your sword and armor on the ground. I knew you were gone." Bloody tears fell from his eyes.

"Eric, I'm here now. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere… forever." I stroked the side of his face and wiped the blood from under his eyes.

"I had to hold a funeral for you. The whole village was there, even Griotgard." He smiled a little but his face fell again too quickly. "We mourned you for a week. I am glad you were not there to see how destroyed Astrid was. She cried herself to sleep for almost a month, she wouldn't let anyone have your clothes but her and she slept with your blanket. I couldn't bare her agony any longer so I told her everything. About who you were and where you were from, I told her about what I would become. I told her about what she would I have to do when I 'died'. She cried even harder for a couple days after that but she was glad I told her. She told me she loved you even more. You really were her most trusted and loyal friend." It was my turn to shed tears. How could I have not told Astrid? Or Aunna? I should have told them.

"I'm sorry, Eric. I should have told her before I left. It would have been much easier for everyone." Eric takes his turn to hold my face and wipe my tears.

"I don't think so, lover. I think that knowing you were leaving at any moment would change how she was with you. I, at least, knew I would see you again, she had no hope of that." I nod and try to control my tears. I will never see my friend or my little sister-in-law ever again. "Don't be too sad, lover. She and Aunna loved you very much and they knew how much they meant to you. We don't have to talk about it now. We have plenty of time to talk about this later. Let me take you home, lover. I can see you are tired."

"I am tried but I asked. And I still would like to know what I missed. Can we talk about it on the way home?"

"Of course, lover, whatever you want." He kissed the top of my head lightly and held my hands in his. "Let me just tell Pam that we are leaving." He leads me out of the office and back into the bar, everyone is staring again and I feel the pressure of everyone's thoughts pressing down on my brain. I squeeze my eyes shut and Eric growls at a particularly disgusting fangbanger who is giving me stares that could kill.

We arrive at the main entrance of the club and Pam licks her lips at me. How could I ever have forgotten Pam? She and I used to have so much fun with Eric. We used to play the best practical jokes and tease him by talking dirty to each other. Oh, how I missed her. "Master," she says to Eric, bowing her head a little.

"Pam, I will be driving Sookie home and I need you to see over the bar for the remainder of the evening. No argument or I will revoke all of your credit card privileges for a year." The grin fell off her face and she straightened her posture.

"Yes master, but may I ask our Miss Stackhouse a small question?"

"You may ask her anything you like but she is not required to answer."

"I have a lot of questions for you Sookie but let's start small shall we? Eric insists that I will know all soon but I can't help but ask you one thing: why do I feel as though I know you?" Eric barks out a laugh.

"Pam, you do know me. You and I," I say pointing from myself to her, "we go way back. How else would I know about 'the vault' or that you secretly want to be a Victoria Secret model?" The look of shock on her face makes Eric almost wheeze with laughter.

"I will explain everything later, Pamela." Eric says to her and then sweeps me out of the door. I look back and see that Pam's mouth is still hanging open. Eric pulls me into his Corvette without hesitation.

AN: Review! I was originally going to have Sookie and Eric's first kiss be after everything is explained about what happened with their lives but I thought that was kind of unrealistic. I think we all know they would be on each other like white on rice. I hope you like it this way instead! As always I love you all. XOXO