Eric
Sookie and I have obviously had arguments before. We have a very passionate relationship. Add that to the fact that we have some severe cultural differences, and…well…we have some pretty big differences of opinion. And I'd describe both of us as strong personalities. Anyway, we had a whopper of a fight.
I was still processing the bond with Compton, and I was pretty proud of the way I was handling it quite frankly. But then when I found out that she had let that scum bite her, I lost it. I had visions of him sucking the blood (my blood! Mine!) out of her neck while humping her leg with Tray and Quinn watching and drooling yanking their own boners. It just made me sick. I know that she most likely didn't realize what she had done, but Compton knew. He took advantage of her and he knew what he was doing. He's always wanted her back, and it kills him that she prefers me, that she married me. That was his way to stick it to me. Motherfucker.
I was so angry with him and with her. How could she be so naïve? I had to get away. I started to get dressed. I needed to leave or I would have started punching out walls. I lost my temper and made a horrible comment comparing Sookie to fangbangers. I regretted it the second it left my lips, but by that time I was in such a state, I just walked out the door.
I started driving without any destination in mind. I had no intention of actually going to Fangtasia. There was nothing there for me. I would meet the sun before I would ever cheat on Sookie. I found myself driving towards Bon Temps. I guess I was just so used to traveling that road. I had driven it so many times before. When I came to the place where Sookie had picked me up the night I was cursed, I pulled over. I got out and walked along the road, remembering how lost I'd felt and how afraid I was. It's hard for me to admit to fear, but that's what it was. And she was so brave and so kind. She had no way of knowing how dangerous I was, and yet she took me home with her. And washed my feet, for gods sakes. I flew up into the trees and sat and studied the road below me. That's where it all really started for us. That was the night that my heart was opened to her. And now she is my whole life.
And then I thought of where we are now. And fucking Compton. I flew towards his house and perched in a tree in the cemetery. There were lights on in his house. I wondered if he had humans there. Why else would he need the lights on? Then I noticed the car in the driveway that was not his. And soon a woman appeared and walked to her car. I recognized her from the bar. She was a fangbanger if there ever was one. I think every vampire in area five has had her. I'd had her myself years ago, before Sookie. I couldn't believe I had made that comment to Sookie comparing her to women like this. It was a horrible insult and completely uncalled for. I had behaved like an ass.
And now I could feel her crying. I'd made her cry. I flew back to my car and started driving home. By the time I got there, she was asleep. I found her in the blue room, lying on her back in a strappy little silk gown with a crumpled up tissue in her hand. I stood over her and watched her sleep. The 'A" in VAMP was almost unreadable across her chest. My fangmarks had already closed up the little triangle. This woman had suffered having Vamp Hore carved into her skin and then her own husband had implied that that's exactly what she was. It was inexcusable. I should be staked for my insensitivity. She deserves better.
I wrote her my daily note and then went to my room to die for the day.
Sookie
After Eric left, I went to my room and closed the door. It was already late and I was exhausted from the fight. I took a shower and climbed into bed and lay there going over the fight in my mind. I had not cheated. But then I had been stupid not to think of asking if there was donated blood on board the ship before offering my own wrist to Bill. I guess I just wasn't thinking straight. But there was nothing sexual about that moment. Bill was like a wild animal—like he had been in the trunk that night in Jackson. That memory made me shiver. I remembered how sexually driven he was and mindless in his attack, and I understood why Eric was upset. But it wasn't like that on the ship.
I couldn't believe what Eric had said to me. I know he was upset and angry, but still. I am not a slut. I started to cry again, thinking of how he spoke to me. He was so angry. I closed my eyes and tried to feel him. I tried to separate the two threads. They were so similar in strength. Maybe Bill was at Fangtasia too. I hoped not because Eric was so mad at him. There's no telling what he might do to Bill. But there seemed to be no anger in the bond. Maybe Eric had calmed down. And then I felt the lust and I sat up straight in bed. That was lust. Oh my god. He was really doing it. He had really gone and found a fangbanger and was really having sex. I wanted to throw up. I was sobbing and sick to my stomach and didn't know what to do. In his mind I had cheated, so he was getting me back. Only I hadn't really cheated. But he certainly has now and there's no going back from that. How could I ever live with this in our marriage? What was I going to do? I just cried and cried until I was too tired to cry any more.
The next day, I woke and for the tiniest moment everything was normal. Then I remembered the night before and I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to throw up. When I was finished, I went to brush my teeth and saw my daily note: Forgive me. I just bent over and threw up into the sink this time. So he really has done it and now he just wants me to forgive him and act like everything is fine? Good lord. What am I going to do?