As promised, I returned to Shreveport and left Godric back in Dallas, feeling sad that I was leaving so soon, but he knew I had to leave.

The ride didn't take long, but I was still wondering what frame of mind Eric was going to be in when I got back too. It was midnight now, and the bar was open for business, so hopefully he wasn't too stressed out and pissed off as per usual.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I sighed and sat there for a moment, listening to the music coming from inside, then sighed once more and got out, locking up and going through the backdoor.

"The bitch returns." Pam smirked now as I walked through towards the main room, tuning out the loud music and the slag chatting insults in my ear.

I poked my head into the room and I glanced around, looking for the boss. To my surprise, the boss in question was sat alone on the sofa in the corner, staring at the floor with a glass of dark red in his hand. He looked deep in thought from what I saw, but the rest of his face was hidden by that cascade of long honey blonde hair he still had. He still wouldn't let me cut it, and even though it really did suit his Viking mannerisms, it didn't fit with this day and age, and that was a shame.

He didn't move once as I sat down, and then finally said quietly. "You came back."

"I promised, didn't I?" I sighed, and he still didn't look at me, nor say another word, so I half sighed-groaned and raised a hand, grabbing his chin and made him face me.

"Look at me-" I just said now, and he sighed, yanking away from my hand with a hiss of. "Don't do that. I don't like it."

"Oh I can and will you dick." I just told him, and he rolled his eyes and said in a strange voice. "Good time with Godrec?"

What the hell-?

"Are you... drunk?"

"Maybe." he just said, and I tried to get the glass from his hand, but he moved it away and I knew there was vodka in there too. What the hell was he playing at getting drunk-? That wasn't like him... not in bar hours.

"You know? I bet I could bite that girls head clear off." he was smirking at a woman with a thin neck, and I growled. "Eric! No. You get in the back right now."

"Nope. My bar. My rules. Ha!"

"Hey- I've promised a good few people over the years I would take care of you."

"Heh. Like who?"

"Godric... your parents."

Eric looked to me with a frown now, and I saw hurt in his eyes, more hurt than he would have allowed if he wasn't drunk. "My parents?" he just said, and I nodded. "Yes."

"You piss me off so much, but I love you." he told me now, then took me by total shock and kissed me hungrily, and I rolled my eyes- yes, he was drunk alright.

"Eric, off." I sighed, then had to push him away and hold him back as he grinned playfully and said in a voice that matched his expression. "Why? You like it."

"There's probably people watching for one thing. Another, you're drunk."

That grin widened, and he leaned forwards and said in my ear. "Shall we go somewhere else then?"

I sighed, shaking my head, then told him in a firm voice. "Eric, in your office. Now."

"Ooh, why?" he just asked, way more interested than he should have been. I just grabbed the glass of him now and I called to the vampire at the bar, Longshadow, the new guy. "How many has he had?"

He sighed in defeat, then held up the big bottle- it was three quarters empty. Good job he'd taken the bottle of him already.

Oh crap... Eric, blood and vodka? Not a good mix at all.

"Can we pretend to fight with those pool cues?" he asked me now with a playful grin, adding. "Like a thousand years ago."

"No."

"Why?"

I gave up now and yanked him to his feet, dragging him by his arms into his office and he said as he sat down heavily on the sofa in there.

"My head hurts."

"Obviously." I retorted, and as I turned, he was up in a flash and he'd pushed me against the now closed door, a hand either side of me with a frown on his face. "I didn't think you were coming back..."

"So you decided to get drunk?"

"Yeah. I did." he said, still frowning, and he raised a hand and brushed the hair from my face and added. "You're so pretty. My pretty little Freyr."

"Eric-"

"No, no... let me finish." he said, raising the other free hand and putting a finger to my lips. "I'm not perfect. I'm beyond fucked up...and I worry so much that you're going to leave me again, and all those years before hurt so much..."

Oh god, he'd started bloody crying now, and bloody was quite literal, then he continued in his rant. "I miss you. I get lonely at times..."

I groaned now and put my forehead against his chest, rolling my eyes- the things he came out with when he was drunk. Then again... this was the first time I'd ever seen him drunk as a vampire. He wasn't the type to get whacked out like this.

He pulled me into his arms now and I had to sigh once more- he was going to be horrified by what he'd been spouting when he woke up the next evening. I was going to ask Pam and the others to close a tad early... the boss was out his face and the human customers were in danger of being supper.

"Come on-" I groaned now, pulling myself out of his grip and dragged him to the bedroom under the bar that he'd set up for me staying over, and when I refused to share the bed with him. His room was locked and the key was somewhere, but not on him.

He sat on the bed now and watched me as I walked around the room and switched on the lights. I threw a tissue at him now and he seemed surprised to see blood coming from his eyes as he wiped it away.

"Can I have a kiss goodnight?" he asked now, a smirk appearing on his face that made me roll my eyes, but give in and walk over, crouching down a little and kissed him briefly, but he just grabbed and held me by my shoulders, kissing me for a good few minuets, then he said. "Night my little Freyr." I groaned, then pushed him back onto the bed, yanking his shoes off and covers over him.

I bloody gave up with him sometimes. Murdering one moment, drunk and acting like a little kid the next.

The door was closed and lights switched off now as I went upstairs and Pam snorted. "Now that, was hilarious. I am so using this against him in the future."

"You let him have the whole bottle-? I thought you bloody knew him!"

"Hey- it wasn't me that made him want to have a drink." she snapped, walking into the back, but I frowned and followed, going. "What do you mean?"

"You keep leaving him! Have you seen him afterwards?" she snarled at me, and I was surprised- I didn't think it'd be like that. "I guess it's happened once too many." she shrugged, and I felt more than annoyed. "Bitch."

"Whore."

"How the fuck am I a whore?" I smirked, folding my arms, and she scoffed. "Girl like you? Yeah... get what you can."

"You-!"

I lost my temper now and grabbed her, slamming her into the wall, hissing. "I have eight hundred more years on you baby. So I'd watch your mouth, because I don't mind tearing you up, and yeah, Eric won't be happy... but who gives a shit huh?"

"Oh yeah-!"

"Girls-!" We heard now, then that new guy Longshadow hissed. "Stop this now. It's so childish, and Eric won't be impressed."

"Sorry, boss's pissed at the moment." I said, then let Pam go, walking away... but then she sniggered, and I snapped again, turning round and hitting her square on the left cheek and sent her flying.

I just walked out now-

God... it was a good job I didn't have a human blood pressure anymore.

I ended up finding the keys to Erics room and crashed out there on his massive bed, lying there alone on the red covers, wondering. Wondering whether Erics words had been true... that he really did care about me more than I realized, and my leaving him often affected him, but he just didn't let it show.

Why couldn't he just tell me the truth outright-?

It was going to be a long day... night, tomorrow.

The next evening, I woke up... not alone.

I looked to my right and jumped, groaning. "Eric... what are you doing?"

"We need to talk." he just said, ignoring my other question. Yep, sober as a priest on Sunday.

"About?" I asked, sitting up and facing him. He was silent, then he said. "The things I said last night..."

"Uh-huh..."

"What did I say? In my office?" he inquired, and I sighed. "Doesn't matter."

"Oh it does. Now, what did I say." Eric said now, and it was actually in a rather cold voice, and I said, leaning forwards. "Everything."

"Oh-?"

"Like how you're scared of me leaving, and that it upsets you."

He froze now, and I knew that his emtions and thoughts were probably crashing like pool balls inside his head. "Oh." he just said now in an emotionless voice.

I sighed. "Why can't you just tell me the truth for once."

"Ok."

"Huh-?"

"Yes. You're right." he just said now, not meeting my eyes, and I shook my head a little. "Eric-" I sighed, leaning forwards and kissing him softly for a moment, my forehead against his. "You're such a fool."

"What else did I say?"

"Pretty much everything." was my answer, kissing him once more. A thousand years together... and I didn't know these things about him-? What kind of sister, lover and friend of his was I?

"As much as I'd like to stay discussing my drunken adventure, I'm checking out a new place for the bar. You coming?"

"You got someone to let you look at this time-?"

"It's just sundown love." he told me, kissing the top of my head, then walked out the room, leaving me sat there realizing that this Viking vampire was actually capable of love... something that I wasn't sure he could do.

I got up now, walked out and upstairs where Eric was pulling on a black jacket, looking to me. "Keys?"

There was a grumble from me now, then I tossed him my car keys and followed him out-

Let's see this new shitty bar then.

We drove for tewenty minuets, then we were faced with this nice little bar in the upmarket part of main Shreveport. First impressions were alright, and the name on there already was The Feathers. Like what the hell kinda name was that?

"Fangtastic (!)" I scoffed now, and Eric frowned. "Hmm. We can work with that. I like it."

"Oh lovely. Yeah, we're not a vampire bar (!)"

"Don't be so sarcastic." he scoffed, then walked forwards and pulled out a key, making me raise an eyebrow. "And where did you get that?"

"I'm very persuasive." he smirked, then opened the door, holding it open for me, but walked in and let the door hit me instead. Lovely failed gentleman.

The place was hell of a lot bigger inside. There was a big bar, and the walls were a beige for now, but as I walked through into a smaller, adjoined room, I said. "I like. Buy this."

"I already have." he smirked and I rolled my eyes- what was new there?

"Hmm... I see red walls." I said now, pointing to the walls I had in mind, and he nodded.

"Moody and sexy?" I offered, and Eric chuckled. "What? You?

"Cheeky." I told him, and he looked to a space and said. "I see you, me and a pool table there."

"You can dream alky." I smirked, and he rolled his eyes. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Nope you failed Viking. Never."

Eric put a hand on the bar now and rolled his eyes once more-

It was like I was the dynamite, and Eric was the match...

Just waiting to expload.

There was a storm a'coming now...

2006. And its name was the Great Revelation.

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