Oh, God Lord. I just watched a part of Episode 5 on youtube where Eric is in Dallas talking to Bill. Bill wants again to know why he is so set on finding Godric. I won't elaborate in case you haven't seen it, but Eric flashes back to the night he was made. OMFG, Alexander Skarsgard/Eric looks freaking awesome as a Viking, and I was getting goosebumps at the whole scene. Alan Ball wasn't kidding when he said they would hit the ground running this season and never stop. This season rocks! Anyways, back to the story. Damn it, got distracted. I'm typing, I'm typing!! And, I'm not Charlaine Harris, who owns these characters and the SVM.

Chapter Thirty Four

(Eric's POV) As soon as Pam left my office and the door shut, I was alone. I made my call to George, and he was very pleased to have gotten my call about this. He was happy for me, but disappointed I would not be able to make it up to visit a fine-ass, dead Canuck in the fine-ass city of Vancouver. He was very disappointed. We had had lots of mischief, him and I. Perhaps I would find time for that soon. Pam would certainly love it. He and Pam had a thing, which was unusual. She paid no attention to men usually, but I knew they had some thing between them when they got together. Afterwards, it was back to business as usual for her. Whatever turns her on.

I looked at the computer screen and bookmarked the page my lovers ring was displayed on. I had sent him the information as we'd spoken, and he understands exactly what I want, what my lover wants. I was pleased that he had access to a very nice yellow diamond through a contact of his that was located in a city on the west coast somewhere, he'd said. He sounded confident he would be able to set up an appointment to look at it tomorrow at first dark, but I gathered he wouldn't need to see it. His source would be a well-reputed one for a vampire to do business with them. His estimate, depending on if that particular rock was indeed "the one", put the completion time at one week. Fuck, that's a long time to wait for me, but fine in the grand scheme of things. I haven't even decided how I'm going to do it, let alone when. I would need to do some researching online and perhaps with Pam about human customs in this century. I was out of the loop on things such as this. That would be a project for me to complete in the next couple of days. I needed time after that to make some arrangements. Ah, scheming: my specialty, besides kicking me some ass and satisfying my lover very thoroughly. The thought of all three put me in a good mood, if not a fucking giddy one. I felt like bouncing off the goddamn walls right now.

I am taking her to dinner, and soon. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair, trying to think of something to play in the car tonight. It's becoming our little tradition. But tonight, it would not be a dancing song. It would be something subtle. Not a "will you marry me" song, or something obvious. It would be something to plant the little seed in her head, to give her the courage to say something. I let my mind wander to what comes to mind for what I'd want to say tonight with no words from me. My eyes snapped open, and I pulled up my napster account. I was going to burn the most perfect fucking song for her, and she would feel comfort from me. I threw a cd in my drive and pushed it to close. It only took a couple of minutes to finish, and I was shutting the bastard down for the night. Die, foul computer. This was the umteenth computer monitor Pam had ordered for me the past couple of months. Before it was the first thing I grabbed as I had to throw something. Now, I had toasted two of them by clearing my desk in a fucking hurry. It was good. It was very good. I would order as many of those bastards as I had to. It was always satisfying to sweep the shit off my desk and lay my lover down for the taking. Speaking of, I thought......and with that I grabbed my keys and headed for the door.