Well, here it is, the final chapter...
I hope you all enjoyed reading. There is an A/N down at the bottom.
Charlaine Harris owns the characters and whatnot.
Snoogans.
A week and a half later, I was preparing myself for Eric's arrival. I had insisted that he spend the night at his home, because I didn't want him to see the bride before the wedding day. He had laughed when I told him that, but I insisted on keeping some human tradition in this.
I was getting dressed in the red dress that I had worn at the summit. Pam had asked if she could help me pick out a white gown, but I told her that I wouldn't feel right wearing it. And besides, Eric told me that he loved me in this dress, and I loved me in it too. Plus, the red seemed a more appropriate color. I had put my hair up in a lose bun, and did a little shadow around my eyes, and some mascara, but that was basically it. I also decided since we were doing this at my house, indoors, and alone, I didn't need shoes, or panties.
I went back out to the living room, and made sure everything was in place. I had ordered dozens of roses, and Pam had helped me arrange them all throughout my living room. I laid a black blanket that she had picked up for me along with some deep red and black pillows out in front of the fireplace. Pam helped me light the candles that I had placed around the living room.
"How do I look?" I asked.
"Beautiful as usual. He's going to love it." she said.
I checked the clock. "He's going to be here soon. You should probably leave. I think I've got the rest of this." I said, and scanned the room. I really only needed to light the fire.
Pam went to the kitchen and got her bag she had brought with her. She came back to me in the living room, and stopped in front of me. She reached in the bag, and pulled out a package and handed it to me. "This is from Eric." she said, and kissed me on the cheek before she let herself out.
The package was small, wrapped in brown paper, and tied with a string. I knew exactly what it was. I held it to me as I lit the fire, and then waited for Eric.
I didn't have to wait long.
He pulled up in his rental car. He still hadn't decided on what he was going to replace his corvette with. He was wearing black slacks and a red button up shirt, and he had his hair tied back in a band. He came to the door, and I opened it just as he went to knock.
"Hi." I said. I was nervous all of the sudden, but in a good way.
"Hello my love." he said, and leaned down to kiss me. I let him in, and led him over to the fire place. We knelt down on to the blanket and I smiled nervously at him then lowered my face away from him.
He put a finger under my chin and raised it so that I was looking him in the eyes. "Why are you nervous Sookie?" he said with a smile.
"I don't know, I just am. I want this to go just right." I said.
"It will. Don't worry." he said, and kissed me. It helped to calm me down.
"Ready?" I asked.
"I've been ready." he said, and winked at me. I smiled back, and rolled my eyes.
I still had the package that Pam had given me clutched to my chest. I released my iron grip on it, and held it out in front of me, and started to untie it. When the sting was undone, the brown paper fell away to reveal a small pillow, and the ceremonial knife sitting on top of it. I held the pillow with my left hand, and picked the knife up with my right. I remembered what Eric had done when I had handed it to him in his office, and I brought it to my lips and kissed it, before I placed it back on the pillow, and handed it to him. He took the pillow from me, and did the same that I had done, picking up the knife, kissing it, and placing it back on the pillow, and then he set it beside us.
Then he leaned back down, and kissed me ever so gently on the lips. It was the sweetest kiss he'd ever given me.
"I have something for you." I said, and reached behind me, under the edge of the blanket. I handed him the small box, and he opened it. "I know this isn't like a human marriage, but I figured that maybe you would wear it anyways?" I asked him nervously.
It was a platinum wedding band. I used the money Felipe had paid me for going to the Summit to pay for it. Pam helped me by getting me his ring size and I had 'I Am Yours, You Are Mine' inscribed on the inside of the band.
Eric smiled and took it out of the box and inspected it. He saw the inscription on the inside and smiled at me, and put it on his left ring finger. "Thank you." he said, as his smile grew bigger.
I was relieved, although I'm not sure why I didn't think he would wear it. I still blushed though. "You're welcome."
"I have something for you as well." he said, and reached in his pocket, and pulled out a small light blue box, held it in front of me, and opened the lid.
I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. I pulled the small ring out of the box. It was platinum, just like the one I had given him. It was simple, just a wedding band. There was an inscription on the inside of it as well. 'My Beloved is Mine'. It was perfect. He knew I didn't want anything flashy, it wasn't my style. I smiled at how similar our inscriptions were.
"I love it. Thank you." I said.
"You're welcome."
"I was almost expecting something old. Something you either had from when you were human, or something you took from some king or queen centuries ago."
Eric gave a small laugh from deep in his chest. "I'm saving those things for anniversaries." he said, and I giggled a little.
Eric looked back down at his ring, and then to mine. They looked almost identical, and had similar sentiments in them. "We think alike." he said.
"Yes, we do." I said, and he took the ring, and slipped it onto my finger.
Eric picked back up the knife, and held it out to me. I took it, and he stood up, and started to undress.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Undressing. This will probably be more comfortable if we are naked." he said, and gave me that signature raised eyebrow and smug little grin. Then I thought about the first time we had bonded. He was right, we should be naked.
Once he was finished undressing, he knelt back down in front of me. I stood and turned my back to him so that he could help me with the zipper on the dress, and he slowly pulled it down, then ran his hands over my hips. I turned back to him and put my hands at the clasp that held the halter together behind my neck. I unclasped it and slowly slid it down my body, and then once it was at my waist, I let go, and it fell the rest of the way to the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, and Eric flashed a little fang.
I knelt back down in front of him, and he pulled me to him so that our bodies were touching. I still had the knife in my hand, and he motioned for me to cut. I leaned up to kiss him gently on the lips, and then focused on his chest. I cut just below his collar bone, and quickly brought up my mouth to drink him in. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close to him. I felt his hardness pressed against my thigh. I drank until the wound closed. Eric was steadily rocking against me. I licked my lips, and Eric leaned down to kiss me.
"Perfect." he said, and this time, I didn't question on whether he really meant that or not. I knew he did.
He put his hands under my bottom, and lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around him, and then he lowered us to the ground, so that I was on my back, and he was hovering over me. I set the knife down next to me and wrapped my arms around his neck and he came in for a kiss. It was slow and leisurely, but full of passion. I could feel it surging through us, and we weren't even bonded yet.
Eric slid his hand down my side, and then between my legs to check for my readiness. I was very ready for him, and he could tell. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I raised my hips to meet his as he slowly slid in me as far as he could go. I gasped when our hips met, and gripped his back.
"Lover." he said, as he broke our kiss, and I tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. Eric brushed my cheek with his lips, and then made a trail of kissed from there, down my neck, to my collar, and then back to my neck. He found his spot, and kissed and nipped the skin before he bit. He took a long draw, and then started to move in and out of me again. I felt a buzz start to build in my brain as he drew my blood. It was something I hadn't felt in almost four years. I could feel Eric ever so slightly buzzing in my head. I knew that from now going forward, the more we shared our blood, the stronger that would get, and i was happy for that.
I was rocking my hips in time with his thrusts. He was still keeping it at a slow pace, but I was steadily building to my own release. He took a few more sips from me and then licked the wound that he had made until it closed, and then he went back to me, and our lips met once more.
We were rocking together, both building towards our own releases. Our foreheads met, and we stared each other in the eyes as we rocked. I was moaning each time he thrust into me. Eric was starting to growl along to my moans.
I screamed his name as I started to see stars. Eric could feel me falling over the edge, and started to make his thrusts quicker and harder. I arched my back, and gripped the blanket in my fists. Eric let out a growl, and said my name as he reached his own ending with me. I must have stopped breathing, and passed out for a moment, because the next thing I remembered was Eric whispering in my ear, telling me to breathe.
Eric lifted himself off me, and laid beside me. I turned and cuddled myself up to him. My body was still experiencing aftershocks, and I was shaking.
"That was perfect, my wife." he said, and kissed my forehead.
"Yes it was, my husband." I said, and if it was even possible, scooted even closer to him.
We laid like that for a while. Slowly caressing each other and planting small kisses on each others lips and necks and foreheads. I was starting to doze there in his arms when he spoke.
"I have something else for you." he said, and got up off the floor. I frowned at the loss of him in my arms. He found his pants, and pulled them on.
"Where are you going?" I asked. I didn't want him to leave.
"I left it in my car. I will be just a moment." he said, and then he was out the door. I sat up and noticed that some of the candles were starting to drip wax on the floor, so I got up and started to blow them out. Eric came back in, and helped me finish, then took my hand, and led me to our bedroom. He picked me up and laid me out on the bed, and then discarded his pants, and got in next to me.
"Here." he said, and handed me a small bundle. It was brown paper just like the knife had been wrapped in. I opened it up to reveal a book.
"What's this?" I asked, flipping it over in my hands. The cover of it was dark leather, and it was closed using a leather strap that wrapped around it.
"It's a journal." he said.
"For me to write in?" I asked.
"No. It's my journal."
"Your journal? Why are you giving it to me? And I didn't know you kept a journal." I said, and my mind was just boggled. I couldn't picture Eric writing in a journal. I almost giggled a little, but he was so serious right now, I held it in.
"This is my first one. I started it three years ago." he said.
I thought about that for a second. "Oh." was all I could think of to say. I undid the tie on it, and opened it up to the first page, but hadn't started to read yet. I looked back to Eric.
"I started it a week after the night we ended our relationship in your kitchen." he said, as I started to read the first few lines, and tears welled up in my eyes. "I don't know what drove me to start it, but it became a series of letters to you. There was one time, after the some of the surrounding states started to invade, that I thought I truly would meet the final death in battle, which you will read about, but I intended for Pam to give it to you should that happen."
"Oh." was still all I could think to say. There were tears slowly making their way down my cheeks now.
"After the fighting subsided, I still planed to give it to you at some point. Now seemed like the perfect time."
"Thank you." I said. It was the only other think I could think of to say besides 'Oh.'.
"There may be some parts in there that are difficult to read, but understand, I never stopped loving you. Even when it appeared that we would not be reuniting, I still loved you."
I leaned over and kissed him. The gentle kiss that I had started, was quickly turning into a hurried one. I set the journal down beside us, and practically tackled Eric.
"I never stopped loving you either. Never." I said as I broke our kiss for a moment.
"You are mine, I am yours." he said to me.
"My Beloved is Mine." I said in return.
Well, that's it for now.
I have a couple of side story ideas, but the most recent one that I had is the journal. I think I will put off "Eric's Two Weeks" (tenative title) and the Sam and Sookie side story, and to the journal first.
Thanks everyone for reading. This was my first fan fiction. I normally write my own fiction, but one day got a wild hair and started this. I will be the first to admit that I'm not the best fact checker, and I know that here have been some errors, but nothing to major I hope. You still get the general idea at least. :D
Thanks for the love too. And a shout out to my favorite reading group, you know who you are. ;) Your comments make me smile on a daily basis, and kept me writing this story. I hope you were pleased with the ending.
Anywho, I think I will be starting on the journal within the next couple of days, and will start posting as soon as I get a good chunk of it going so that I don't feel pressure to write, because that takes all the enjoyment out of it.
Signing off for now!
Snoogans and Snoochie Boochies!
