Authors Note: So, keeping to my promise I am going to update more often :) Here is an new chapter for you all! Also, I am not going to title the chapters as days anymore, because it is soon going to get to the point in the story where that won't work, so from now on it will just be what comes to mind for the chapter. Maybe the last chapter will be a day number ;)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!


I lifted a hand to my forehead, eyes still closed. Then I realized something. I sat up, my eyes opening in a flash. When did I get into bed? The last thing I remembered was my head resting on the car door, and the sound of the road passing under the car. I guess Eric must've carried me into the hotel after I had fallen asleep in the car. The room was dark from the cloth curtains being closed to keep the city lights out. It was still night time. I rubbed my eyes once again to clear my vision before I looked to the clock on the side table. It's bright red numbers said 5:57AM. Dawn was soon approaching. I felt around the large bed, my heart fluttering nervously at the lack of Eric's presence. I knew he had survived the last 1000 years with the sun looming over him for most of his life, but I still couldn't help but fear he was trapped somewhere and would die.

I made no haste in throwing the heavy comforter off of my body, ignoring the cold air conditioned room, and running to the dresser to look for some clothes. I assume that Eric had undressed me before he laid me down to sleep, because now all I wore was a red laced thong. No bra. I knew for a fact that he had done that for his benefit, considering I came back wearing a bra but no panties. I shook my head, smiling now.

I fumbled around the top of the dresser. I knew there was a small lamp somewhere on the dresser; I remember seeing it somewhere in my memory. Finally my hands met what felt like a base of a lamp, and the dim yet blinding light infiltrated my mind. It was one of those fancy touch lamps. I have always loved sitting there and tapping them repeatedly; it was worse than flicking a light switch on and off. But now isn't the time to fool around. Using the small amount of light that the lamp produced, I opened up the top drawer. I was met with a sight of Eric's boxers and muscle shirts. My face turned a vivid shade of red; I felt like I was digging through something I wasn't supposed to just by opening this drawer. I quickly shut it and moved on to the next. This time I was rewarded by women's clothing that looked my size. Dainty bras, panties, shirts, skirts, and even jeans all fitting in one drawer. I grabbed a lacy bra that matched my thong, and the color of blood. I wrapped it around my ribs and clipped it, twisted it around and pulled the straps up. I looked at myself in the mirror of the dresser.

"Damn, my boobs look really nice. Not too uncomfortable either."

I mumbled to myself out loud. Just then, I felt an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was definitely wrong, I knew it. I looked quickly to the windows. They had locked shut. This definitely wasn't good, the sun was high enough where it could kill a vampire now. I grabbed some jeans from the drawer. I frantically unfolded the ripped denim and shimmied myself into them and buckled them. A bit tight, but they would stretch. I grabbed a white shirt with billowy white fabric and pulled it over my head as I briskly walked towards the door. It was an odd shirt that took some adjusting for me to realize that it was a one shoulder shirt. I took hold of the door handle, but before I could turn it I heard a click and it turned on its own. I gasped and jumped back to avoid being hit by the door.

To my relief it was Eric. Bloody tears streaked his pale cheeks in harsh lines. He looked worn out and depressed. He had cried in my presence before, but this was more unexpected. We both stood there looking at each other, not really sure how to react. Without thinking I stepped forward and raised my hand up to his face and took his cheek in a gentle caress. The dire look remained on his face while he reached up and placed his hand gently over mine.

"Eric . . . what happened?" I asked softly.

"Why are you dressed?" He asked, and immediately I wanted to cry even more. His sadness was even more apparent in his voice. Normally I would have been irritated with being answered by a question, but I didn't even notice this time.

"I was going to look for you," I looked down at the floor, "I was scared that something had happened to you."

"You don't need to worry about me."

"I felt something, something awful. I thought something happened to you."

"Not me." He shook his head. Eric took my hand off his cheek and gently let it back to my side. I watched as he walked past me until he reached the couch in the room and sat down. I turned and closed the door quietly. My heart felt so heavy at the sight before me, and the weight only got worse when he placed his head in his hands. Dark little drops fell from his face. I gave into my caring side that I had tucked away during my years of living with my family, and walked across the room to him. I took a seat on the coffee table in front of him. My heart was fluttering around nervously in my chest; I wasn't sure how Eric would react to what I was about to do. I leaned in and slowly slid my hands under his own and pulled his face upwards so he was looking at me. I looked past the deep shades of red rimming his eyes, into the soft blue color of his pupils. It was almost as if I could see everything from his past reflecting in his emotions, the most prominent one being sorrow. I leaned in further and placed a light kiss on his lips and moved back. I watched him, waiting for him to push me away from him and to abscond into Pam's room. But he didn't do anything. He sat there in silence, looking back at me. I took a small breath,

"It's daytime, you must be tired. Do you want to go lay down?"

I was a little nervous with the way Eric was acting, this was so different and out of character for him. He nodded and stood up, taking my hand in his.

"That would be wise; I don't need the bleeds right now."

He led me to the edge of the bed, and then took a hold of my shirt, gently lifting it up over my head and tossing it to the floor. Next were my jeans, those too falling to the floor. I took Eric's muscle shirt off for him and threw it to the pile of clothes we had made on the floor. I let him slip his own jeans off.

"Lay down, I will be in bed with you in a minute."

I obeyed his command, climbing into the plush comforters and resting my head on the soft pillow. My nap earlier hadn't done much for me, so this turned lying down into my own personal heaven. I could feel my eyelids growing heavy, yet I kept them open in my wait for my bedmate.

I watched Eric pick up our clothes and slowly carry them to the dresser. My eyes wandered down his lean body as he stooped down and opened the bottom drawer, tossing our clothes in and shutting it. He straightened and tapped the base of the lamp a few times until we were left in complete darkness. In a matter of seconds the bed was being pressed down and Eric's body came into contact with mine. His arms, strong and protective, wrapped around me and he settled on his back with my head resting on his chest. I felt so cozy in this position. The blanket was up to my neck, and it seemed to keep me from noticing the lack of heat coming from Eric's body. One of his hands came up and gently stroked my head in a caring way.

"Jag älskar dig."

His smooth voice wafted into my ears and settled in my heart. I didn't speak Swedish, yet I knew exactly what he had said.

I love you.