Adding a few more chapters tonight.

Thanks again for the love. :)

It was also brought to my attention that there is a hitch in my giddy-up, and it will be fixed shortly. Thanks for the heads up, I had completely forgot that piece of info. ;)

I also decided last night that once I'm done here, there will be at least two side stories. One of which will be about Eric's two weeks at the beginning of the story. But ONLY once I have finished this monster. Trust me, there is LOTS to come still on this one.

Anyways, Charlaine Harris owns the characters and rights, I'm just borrowing.

Snoogans to all!

I slept most of the day in Eric's arms. We had been cuddling when he fell asleep, and now he had an almost iron grip on me. I did wake up a few times to adjust in his arms, but I didn't mind being stuck there at all.

I woke up for good just before sunset. I managed to wiggle my way out of his arms, since I really needed to. Bad. Hello, human! Need a bathroom break! I left the room, and headed for the bathroom. I decided to hop in the shower and get ready for the day, I mean night, before Eric woke up. When I was done in the bathroom, I went into my room, and got dressed. Nothing special, just some jeans and a sweatshirt. I headed out to the kitchen, and started to make myself something to eat. I looked out the window, and realized that Eric should be getting up any minute. I took a True Blood out of the fridge, and set it by the microwave, ready to be heated up as soon as he was up.

Normally, Eric didn't require blood that often. Well, that is, when he was getting the real thing. But if he was drinking nothing but True Bloods, he seemed to need more to be satisfied. Since we had decided that for now, he wouldn't be drinking from me, we were going to need more of these soon, along with some other supplies.

I sat at the kitchen table, and started to make a list of what we would need. Well, most of the items would actually be for me, but they were still needed. I was concentrating on the list, and didn't hear Eric come into the room. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I about jumped out of my skin.

"Eric!" I yelled, and he laughed.

"I'm sorry, Lover." and he leaned down and gave me another kiss on the cheek. I looked up at him, and got a kiss on the lips this time. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Making a list of stuff we need." and I handed it to him. "Is there anything you need aside from what I have there?"

He looked the list over, shook his head no, and handed it back. "Do you need these items tonight?"

"Some of them I do, yes. And you're going to need more True Blood for tomorrow night."

"I will go tonight then."

"Can I come with you?" I asked, as I gave him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Don't make me have to tell you no Sookie." and he placed his hand under my chin, and gave me another kiss on the lips. I shrugged my shoulders, and finished the last few items on the list. I tore the paper off the pad, and handed it to him.

"When are you going?"

"I will go now. I will need to make it to a store before they are all closed for the night."

Eric headed back to his room, and changed. Before he headed out the door, he stopped back in the kitchen where I was finishing up my breakfast, and kissed my neck. "I won't be long. Lock the door when I leave, and don't answer it for anyone Sookie, even if you know them, don't answer the door."

"Yes dad."

He raised an eyebrow at me, and started to ask what I meant by that, but I just waived my hand at him, "Figure of speech, don't worry about it." and I giggled to myself. I got out of my chair and followed him to the front door. I got one last kiss on the lips before he left, and I locked the door behind him.

Now that I was alone in the house, at night, I was a little spooked. I kind of wished I had pushed Eric on letting me go with him. I went back to the kitchen, and finished up my breakfast. I cleaned up my dishes, and got a load of laundry to start in the wash. I went into Eric's room to get anything of his that might need to be washed, and on my way back down the hall, I heard something on the front porch. I dropped the clothes that were in my hands, and ducked down on the floor, as close to the wall as I could get.

I waited and listened, and heard nothing. I slowed my breathing as much as I could, and tried to stay calm. I heard a step. I closed my eyes. Please, please let that be Eric, or an animal. We were in the woods, it could be a dear or something right? I continued to wait and listen. I wasn't hearing the noise anymore, but I was still to scared to move. My mind was running wild with thoughts of being kidnapped by Victor and sent to Las Vegas. I thought about getting up and hiding our bedroom, or the bathroom, or somewhere, but finally I decided to just stay there in the hall until Eric got back.

Just when I had resolved myself that I was being silly, and it was safe to get up, I heard the noise again, except this time, the knob on the front door started to turn. I was on the edge of screaming, and Eric walked in. His hands were full with bags, and he called my name when he opened the door. I jumped up from my spot, ran over to him, and jumped in his arms, and started to cry.

"Lover, what's wrong?" he asked as he dropped the bags to wrap his arms around me. I was in full on breakdown mode, and couldn't talk through the tears if I tried. "Sookie, my Sookie, shhhh. Calm down, it's alright. I'm here, you are safe now. Sookie, what's the matter?"

I gripped him as tight as I could, and tried my best to stop crying. After a few minutes, I had calmed down enough to start talking.

"Someone," sob, sob, "someone was here. Or something." sniff, sniff, "I don't know what it was, but it was on the porch."

I felt his grip tighten around me even more for a moment, and then he set me down. He took my face in his hands, and kissed my eyes very gently, and then my lips.

He turned and went out the front door, and on to the porch. I peeked my head out and watched him walk up and down it, stopping here and there to smell the air. After a few minutes of this, he headed back inside.

"What did you find?" I asked him, anxious to know what was going on.

"Nothing." he said, in an unsure tone. "I could smell an animal, but it didn't seem quite right." He had a puzzled look on his face, but he picked the groceries back up, and we headed to the kitchen.

"What do you mean that it was an animal, but not quite right? Like a Shifter? Or a Were?"

"No, not that. I don't know, Sookie. It was just different." He started to help me unpack, and watched me absentmindedly as I put stuff away. When I was done, I went into the living room, and started up the fireplace. Eric followed me, and laid out on the couch. Once I got the fire going, I went over, and laid on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me, and stayed silent. I watched the fire for a while, and soon was completely calmed down.

I decided that it was time to finish what I needed to do for the night, and got up, and went back to the hall where I had dropped Eric's clothes. I gathered it up, and headed through the kitchen and into the laundry room. He followed me in there, and watched as I started the wash. I went about the rest of the household chores that I needed to get done, now that I was changing my schedule (since Eric couldn't change his) from day to night.

Eric seemed to be bored after a while, and went back to the living room, and turned on the television. Typical man behavior, or so I've been told. I didn't really have a lot of personal experience in that area.

The rest of the night was uneventful, and when it got close to dawn, and Eric had to get to bed, I went with him.