The house had suddenly turned hot as the anger within her spread like wildfire. His tall back as he cockily walked down the hall made her furious. She growled before speeding down the hall towards the front door, placing her back against the dark wood. She watched him stop his stride when he noticed her blocking his exit.

"We're not done yet." she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I believe we are." he said, shooing her away with his hand. "Move."

"Not until you speak to me." she said. "What happened to Godric?"

"I told you, I am not having this conversation with you." he said, turning away from her and walking into the kitchen.

"Well that sucks for you because I want to have this conversation." she said, running to catch up to him.

He went to walk out the back doors in the kitchen but she beat him to them, an icy cold glare running through her as Eric stared at her in warning.

"I'm not going to tell you again." he said, leaning against the counter.

"Why won't you talk to me about this?" she asked, crossing her arms once more. "You just interrogated the hell out of me; I think I deserve the right to do the same."

"I don't see it that way." he said, standing to his full height. "Now move."

"No." she said, raising her chin in defiance. "If Godric is in trouble I want to know about it, I want to help."

"What happens with Godric does not concern you." he said, his tone icy.

"But it concerns Sookie?" she asked. "Please explain that to me!"

"I am in need of her services, that is all." he said.

"That's fine….exploit her, I don't give a shit. What I do care about is how this is affecting you." she said.

"Well you needn't worry." he said, walking around to the other side of the counter.

"I am going to worry." she said, placing her hands on the counter. "Whatever has happened is affecting you and I need to know you are alright."

"I'm alright." he said, looking at the top of the counter.

"No you're not." she sighed. She dropped her hands and walked around the counter coming to stand next to him. "Please don't shut me out. I will be a pain in the ass just like you until you do talk to me."

"I do not doubt that, lover." he smirked.

"Please?" she asked, placing her hand on his arm. "You can talk to me."

"No I can't." he said, walking into the living room.

"Why not!?" she exclaimed, turning towards him.

"Because this does not concern you!" he yelled.

"Yes it does! Godric is a part of you and you are a part of me. I think that gives me the right to be concerned! You aren't acting yourself and that worries me. Why is it so hard for you to ask for help?"

"Because I don't need it!" he said.

"Yes you do! Why is it so hard for you to admit?" she asked.

"I've done fine without your help for centuries….that isn't going to change anytime soon." he said.

"Ugh!" she growled in frustration. "You are such an asshole! Why can't you just man up and admit something to me for once! Why is it so hard for you to confide in me? I want nothing more than to help you but I can't do that unless you stop being a self-centered indulgent prick!"

"Are you finished?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in amusement.

"This isn't funny, Eric! I love you too much to just sit here and watch you self-destruct. I want to know everything about you…I want to be everything you are, but I can't do that unless you talk to me…." she said, watching as his eyes turned the floor as she stepped up to him. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course." he whispered, closing his eyes as her hand caressed his cheek.

"Then please….." she said, her eyes pleading as she looked into his own. "Please talk to me."

His mouth remained closed as she waited on baited breath for him to speak. His mouth never opened once, causing the hurt to rise up within her. One of the worst feelings a person could feel was that they couldn't be trusted, and that feeling was making itself present full force within her chest. She nodded her head slowly in understanding as she looked around the room, anywhere but him.

"I hope you find him." she whispered, reaching up and placing a soft kiss to his lips.

She turned away quickly so that he wouldn't see the tears forming in her eyes. She left the living room with haste, running up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door behind her. She openly let the tears fall as she walked over to the bed, the sobs pushing her to the floor.

It hurt, more than anything that he couldn't confide in her. This feeling didn't even compare to the other horrible annoying things he had done to her. To know that the one person she could trust with her entire life couldn't do the same broke her heart. Knowing someone couldn't trust in you made you feel useless….as if you're nothing more than an object.

She heard the bedroom door click open as she hastily wiped away her tears. She sniffed before standing and walking to the bathroom.

"Rea." he whispered.

"I'm just gonna take a shower." she said, stepping into the bathroom.

She didn't get very far when Eric grabbed her arm, making her pause just inside the doorway of the bathroom. She kept her head down and her eyes averted as she felt Eric wipe away the few errant tears that escaped from her eyes.

"I am sorry." he said.

"No you're not." she scoffed, turning her face to his. "Just had to come see me in tears didn't you?"

"You think I take pleasure in seeing you like this?" he asked.

"Why else would you be here?" she asked.

"To tell you to pack a suitcase." he said, seeing her face contort with confusion.

"Getting rid of me so quickly?" she chuckled.

"Quite the opposite really." he said, pushing a few loose strands behind her ear. "You are going to accompany me to Dallas."

Her head almost snapped off her neck at the pace she had looked at him. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to understand his angle. Hadn't he just told her he didn't want her help? She was surprised that her head hadn't fallen off with how much he made it spin.

"I'm sorry….once again you've confused the shit out of me." she said, shaking her head. "You want me to come with you?"

"I believe that is what I said, yes." he laughed.

"Okay." she said, stepping past him to go to her closet.

"That's it?" he asked, turning to face her.

"Was there something specific you wanted me to say?" she asked, turning to face him.

"No." he said.

"I'm sorry if you were expecting another dramatic scene. Didn't mean to disappoint." she said, grabbing the large suitcase from the closet and throwing it onto the bed.

She felt Eric grab her from behind her and spin her around, his lips catching hers as his hands cradled her face. She rested her hands on his own as she felt his need for her rush through her. This was his way of telling her he needed her, his way of showing her that he did need her, that he did trust her. He just didn't know any other way to express it.

"Thank you." he whispered, placing a soft kiss to her nose.

"Don't mention it." she winked. "Eventually you're going to have to give in to me; I'm not going to let this go."

"I wouldn't doubt that, lover." he said, stepping away from her. "We leave tomorrow night at 7."

She nodded in understanding as he kissed her once more before leaving the bedroom. She sat down on the bed in a huff as she tried regaining some sort of balance on her mind. An emotional rollercoaster had taken place tonight, and damn was it a ride. At least she could say she had gotten somewhere with Eric. It may not have been what she had hoped for, but it was a step in the right direction.

She decided to take a shower, hoping the water would help clear her mind, and hoping she would be left alone this time. The hot water felt good against her soring muscles, relaxation taking effect immediately. She grabbed the shampoo when she felt her mind go fuzzy, as if the radio had switched to the static AM stations. She clutched her head as a flood of thoughts rushed through, sounding like grand central station. Crying, screaming, and laughing all resonated within her mind as she tried grasping something, anything of what was going through her mind.

'I am not happy with this decision.'

'I'm sorry if you're unhappy with this Bill, but it's my decision to make. At least you get to come with me.'

Her eyes snapped open as she felt the fog slowly raise, her mind becoming calm and silent once more. She felt herself start to panic as what just happened started to sink in. Had she heard Sookie talking with Bill? Aurea didn't know that many Bill's.

She turned off the water and grabbed her towel. She dried herself off and threw on her robe, rushing out of the bedroom and downstairs, searching for Eric. She followed her feeling to where he sat inside of his office, his phone pressed to his ear as he made arrangements at a hotel. He turned his eyes to see her standing in the doorway. He wanted to make a smart sexual innuendo when he saw her draped in only a somewhat see through wet robe, but the look on her face made him change his mind.

"I'll call you back." he said, hanging up the phone and jumping up to stand in front of her. "What happened?"

"Voices." she whispered, her body still in panic attack mode.

"Voices?" he asked, trying to get a good look into her eyes, but they were looking everywhere but him.

"Voices." she muttered.

Eric just nodded and brought her into the office, setting her down in one of the chairs. He watched her shiver as the water from her shower began to dry, leaving goose bumps along her skin. He sighed and removed his jacket, draping it over her shoulders as he ran his hands along her arms trying to calm her down.

"They came out of nowhere." she said. "One minute I was….and then bam. Every noise you could possibly think of just…..whoosh."

He watched in mild amusement as she used her hands to describe her words. He sat himself in the chair across from her, grabbing her hands in his own.

"Did you hear anything specific?" he asked, watching her eyes snap to meet his. "What? What did you hear?"

"Not much." she said, her eyes still wide as saucers. "I think I heard Sookie. She was talking to Bill."

"Are you sure?" asked Eric.

"No…but how many Bill's do we know?" she asked, looking up at him. "I don't know about you but I only know one."

"What did they say?" he asked.

"Nothing much. Him being his usual annoying self, forbidding her to go, and her telling him it's her decision or whatever. Of all the fucking thoughts running around this world I had to hear that….really?" she asked, looking at him as he smiled at her.

"Were they thoughts or actual words being spoken?" he asked, genuine interest evident on his face.

"Well…" she paused, his question actually making herself stop to ponder. "They had to have been words, right?"

"Your hearing must be advancing." he replied, more to himself than to her.

She just huffed before dropping her head back against the back of the chair. Why couldn't a night go by where something weird didn't happen? She rubbed her hands over her face before sitting back up. She looked at Eric to see him looking at her legs, his eyes focused on a thought.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"Have you tried listening before?" he asked.

"Seeing as it never really happened much, uh…..no." she said, giving him a 'duh' look.

"I don't appreciate sarcasm right now." he said, his look pointed. "I would like you to try and listen on your own."

"Now?" she asked.

"Did I stutter?" he asked her.

"Can I at least go and get dressed?" she asked, gesturing to her robe.

"Quickly." he said, his impatience making itself known.

She rushed out of the office and up into the bedroom. She changed into shorts and a tank top once more. She braided her hair as she ran back down the stairs, finding Eric sitting in the living room. He gestured for her to sit on the couch as he kneeled in front of her.

"So….." she said, curling her legs underneath her as she sat down. "How exactly do I swing this?"

"First you need to stop talking…I know that's difficult for you." he smiled, as the raised and pointed look he got from her made him laugh. "You just need to relax."

"Easy for you to say." she mumbled, closing her eyes and heaving a deep sigh.

She felt a wave of nausea run through her as her eyes closed. She didn't really know what she was supposed to do, so she just sat, waiting for something to happen. They both sat in silence for roughly 10 minutes. Her itch to get up and move around was slowly starting to annoy her.

"I can't do it." she said, opening her eyes.

"Try again." he ordered.

"Eric, I just can't sit here. You know I can't sit still for 2 minutes let alone 10!" she whined.

"You need to do this." he said.

"Yea yea." she said, knowing he referred to their conversation earlier.

She huffed before closing her eyes once more. She felt the familiar wave of nausea run through her again as she wondered what purpose that served. She tried focusing on her surroundings, extending her hearing to try and see if that worked, but nothing. She felt her ears twitch as she suddenly picked up a small quip of something.

'There's a possibility it could be The Fellowship of the Sun. I don't want her to come….too much at stake….. Not safe.'

"What's The Fellowship of the Sun?" she asked, her eyes opening and her head turning to his instantly.

She saw Eric's face draw back as his spine stiffened. The look on his face was enough shock to tell her that it had been his thoughts she had heard. The excitement of what she had done overrode her common sense.

"That's what you think happened to Godric, isn't?" she asked, leaning towards him.

"Don't ever do that again." he said, glaring at her as he stood up.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Never, read my mind again." he said, furiously walking around the living room.

"You're mad at me?" she asked. "You're the one who made me do this! It's not my fault you picked the wrong time to think something."

She saw him pause and glare at her before he began his pacing once more. He ran his hands through his hair before walking up to her. She flinched back as he leaned down, his face centimeters from hers.

"I want you to practice this." he said softly, but with warning. "But if you ever try and read my mind again…..I won't be as forgiving."

"You're the one who encouraged this!" she yelled.

"Do you understand!" he yelled, her flinching making him step back a foot or two.

"Yes." she said, not wanting to piss him off anymore.

"Good." he said, walking away.

"Do you really not want me to come?" she asked, watching him pause in the hallway. "Because if you're scared I'll get hurt than I'll stay here."

His shoulders slumped as he placed his hand on the wall. She saw his knuckles tighten as his grip on the doorframe hardened.

"We leave at 7 tomorrow night."

He cast her one last look before leaving the house, the door slamming as he exited. She was exhausted. She couldn't take any more of these highs and lows in her emotions. One minute they were perfect and then the next, one of them wanted to rip the others head off. Why all of a sudden was everything so difficult? She hadn't meant to read his mind, he told her to try and she did…she couldn't control who she listened to.

At least he still wanted her to come with him. That was a good thing.

Or was it?

Hello everyone! SO SORRY I've been away for awhile. A lot of changes have occured in my life that I've needed time for. I am back, although I don't know how often I will get to post again. School this semester is really kicking my butt on time, so I'm going to try and finish this story. All of the chapters are written, i just need to fine tune them and get them out to ya. I hope everyone is still interested and if you are, shoot me a review. Again, I thank all of you who continue to like this story :)