Sawyer rolled up her sleeve again and dipped her brush in the paint can and ran it along the tape again. It had been a whole month since she had last seen Eric and since finding out he had bought her a house. A whole month of nightmares at night of her former life, of fixing up her new home, and of breaking down and crying at the mere thought of Eric. She knew everyone was worried about her; so worried that Sookie had set up shifts. Sookie, Sam, Lafayette or Tara rotated the days while Bill and Jessica along with Hoyt did the same for the evenings. Sawyer was getting pretty sick of having Bill and Sookie over almost every night. Watching them together made her want to hurt someone. She put down the paint brush when she felt her stomach flip flop. She heard the door open and knew that it was one of her many friends checking in on her.

"Hey, Sawyer," Jessica said walking in the room carrying a paper bag.

"Hey. Jess, what do you have there?" Sawyer asked her stomach somewhat settled.

"Tru Blood and ginger ale. I was going to get crackers but then I remember Sam brought some last time. I'll put the ginger ale in the fridge for you. Ooo, I like that color," Jessica said pointing to the sage green that was on the wall.

"Thanks. I thought you had a date with Hoyt tonight."

"I did but then his mother suddenly felt sick."

"You know, Jess, if you want to kill her, I'll help you hide the body."

"Thanks but I think Bill might object."

Sawyer shook her head and went back to painting. She stopped when she felt sick again. She put her brush down and walked over to the old couch Terry and Sam had brought in for her to use. She sat down and closed her eyes. She placed her hand on her stomach and rubbed it feeling how it had rounded more in the past month. She opened her eyes when she heard Jessica come back in the room. Jessica without being asked went over and started to finish painting. Sawyer smiled and was grateful she had such nice friends. She knew that they were worried about her working so hard on the house but they never pushed it and they helped a lot. She moaned when she heard a knock on the door.

"If that is Hoyt and his mother, I am going to kill them myself," she muttered smiling when Jessica laughed.

She got up and walked over to the door. She opened it and was shocked to see Pam standing there. She never thought to ever see Pam again. And she really never expected to see Pam looking so worn and worried. She opened the door even more and looked at the vampire standing in front of her.

"Come in," she said with no hesitation.

Pam walked in relieved that it didn't take a fight. She was worried about Eric and had decided after calling Sookie a dozen times and asking her to ask for Sawyer's help that she would go straight to the source. She knew that Sawyer was the only one who could get Eric out of his apartment and back into the world. Pam looked around the entrance way and had to admit it looked beautiful with the soft brown tone Sawyer had chosen.

"I know that you don't want to hear this but I really don't care. Eric needs you," Pam said digging in her pink purse and pulling out the keys to Eric's loft apartment. Pam had been there four times and each time Eric had been locked in his bedroom and hadn't responded to her at all. She was all for letting him wallow in his own self pity but this was just getting too much.

"He needs me?" Sawyer asked shocked.

"Yes, he needs you. I told Sookie and Bill-."

"Pam, shut up," Jessica said walking into the entrance way from the living room.

"Jessica, stop. I want to know what Pam has to say."

Jessica looked at Pam and silently begged her not to tell Sawyer that Pam had called and talked to Bill and Sookie about Eric. Jessica knew that Sawyer was not going to like that Sookie had decided against telling her that Eric was holed up in his apartment not talking to anyone. Jessica and Bill had both tried to talk Sookie into telling Sawyer. They both knew that Sawyer would want to know but Sookie had stayed firmed. No one was to say anything about Eric Northman within ear shot of Sawyer. Sookie had tried to make so that Eric has ceased to exist in Sawyer's world. Too bad Jessica knew by spending nights listening to Sawyer cry that he would always exist to her.

"I called Sookie and Bill each to ask for them to tell you that Eric needs your help. He has been holed up in his loft. He won't answer his phone and he is not seeing anyone. Including me. I have tried everything I know to get him out. He won't leave. Not even for Yvetta," Pam added.

Sawyer grinded her teeth at the mention of the woman she still thought of as 'that slut'. She looked at Pam and wanted to tell her no. She wanted so badly to just scream at Pam that she was never ever going to do anything for Eric Northman. She couldn't though. Her heart ached for him and she knew she would be going to see him. She didn't care if he didn't want to see her. She needed to see him and more importantly she wanted to see him.

"What's the address?" Sawyer asked taking the keys from Pam.

"Sawyer-," Jessica started.

"Jess, I am doing this and I am doing it alone."

Jessica nodded. She turned and went back to painting. She tried to think of a plausible story to tell Sookie when she would call to check in. She smiled a little though. She had no doubt that Eric and Sawyer would get back together. She was hoping for it.

Eric laid in his bed wondering if it was night or day outside. He hadn't opened his metal shutters in over two weeks so he was no longer sure. He hadn't fed in over three weeks and knew that if he didn't soon he might just cease to exist but again he didn't care. He laid there and thought about his thousand years on the earth. He tried to think of any of the good he might have done so that he would be remembered fondly by someone. Unfortunally he couldn't think of anything. He had come to the conclusion that there were none; that in his thousand years he hadn't done one good deed. That conclusion hadn't hurt him but it had reinforced in his mind why Sawyer had walked away from him. He had never helped anyone and she tried to help everyone. They were complete opposites.

He heard a key hit his lock and sighed. He knew it was Pam coming back to try and hassle him some more. He knew her plan. She would come and continue to pester him until he finally could not take anymore and he exploded and screamed at her. And that would give her what she had wanted all along; him speaking to her. He grabbed a pillow to pull over his head but stopped. He smelled the air again and told himself he was imagining it. That it was the lack of blood in his system that was causing him to smell vanilla in the loft. He sat up in bed and waited.

"Blondie, you going come out and meet me or hide with your Playboys?" he heard Sawyer ask from the first floor.

Eric shot to his feet and then had to sit down again. He was so weak he knew he would never make it down the stairs. He lifted his head when he heard Sawyer climbing the spiral staircase to the second floor. He waited a moment later she was tapping at his frosted glass door softly. He could see her shadow against the glass and forced himself back to his feet. He walked over to the door and unlocked it. He pulled it open and looked at her. She was still beautiful to him. She stood there wearing what appeared to be one of Sam's shirts and a pair of short shorts. Both items were covered in pale green paint and her hair was pulled into a bun at the base of her neck. He looked at her face and met her eyes. He saw her tears and wondered why she was crying.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Sawyer looked at Eric's naked body and knew that this was her fault. He didn't look like his normal composed self. She looked at the bed behind him and wondered when the last time he had left it had been. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him and held him. The need to hold him and be with him was overpowering her now. She knew she needed him with her; he was the only one she would ever need and love this much. She felt Eric stand there a moment and then his arms wrapped around her and hauled her body tight against him. She cried on his bare chest and just held him. She felt his nose run along her jaw then nuzzled her neck. She ran her hand down his back and turned her head to give him better access to her neck.

"It's okay, Eric. I know you need to feed," she whispered to him.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You never could. I was wrong, Eric, I was so wrong to push you away."

Eric felt her place a soft kiss on his chest and he couldn't hold back. He bit her neck and started to drink her blood. He felt her nails dig into his back. He turned and carried her further into the room and over to the bed. He laid her on it gently and felt her wrap her legs around his waist. He heard her heartbeat start to slow and pulled away from her neck. He licked the blood and watched as the two puncture holes closed. He pulled away and looked at her face. He saw her watching him tears rolling down her cheeks. He wiped her tears away.

"I never thought I would see you again," he whispered to her.

"I'm sorry I did this to you. I am so sorry about everything. I lied, I want to be yours," Sawyer said reaching up and stroking his cheek.

"Don't be sorry, I did this to myself. I have never been this... Sad before. Not even when I lost Godric. Losing you hurt me more than anything else ever could."

"Is that a good thing?"

Eric smiled, "Not really but I don't care."

Sawyer smiled back and pulled his face close to her. She kissed him hard on the mouth and realized how much she had missed him. She felt him pulling off her shirt then his hands working on her shorts. She sat up and pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. She let Eric pull her bra off. She watched as he looked at her rounding stomach. He placed his hand on her stomach and kissed her. She placed her hand on his and pulled away from him and looked in his eyes.

"Are you still willing to help me raise these babies?" she whispered.

"If you want me too," Eric answered.

"I do."

Eric kissed her again and gently pulled her shorts and underwear off and tossed them aside. He ran his hand down her thigh and pulled her closer to him. He had missed her more than anything. He kissed her and then slowly slid inside of her. He kissed down her neck and along her shoulder feeling her arch against him. He felt her hands tighten around his and her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

Sawyer moaned Eric's name as she felt him slid deeper inside of her. She pulled her hands away from his and raked it though his hair. She looked at him when he turned and looked at her. She kissed him softly and knew that he was the one she wanted and that would never change. She never felt complete until he was with her. She felt the pressure building inside of her and pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his. She moaned his name and then fell back on the bed as she came.

Eric slid inside of her one more time then he came inside of her smiling as she still held tight to him. Eric slid out of her and laid beside her on the bed. He turned her on her side and saw her smiling at him. He leaned in and kissed her on the nose. He felt her hand stroking his chest. He pulled her closer to him and just held her.

"I brought some Tru Blood for you," Sawyer said softly.

"I would rather die," Eric answered.

"I would rather you didn't. Pam caught me by surprise. Apparently Sookie and Bill knew what was happening but decided that I should stay away from you."

"I am glad you didn't listen to them."

"Eric, thank you for the house. I... I really don't deserve it."

"Yes, you do. You deserve more then I could ever give you. Plus, we will need a place to live."

"You want... You want to live with me?"

"Yes."

Sawyer kissed Eric on the shoulder and snuggled close to him. She felt him pull the sheets around them. She closed her eyes and felt him stroking her hair. She didn't want to fall asleep but she was so tired that she knew that she just couldn't fight it. She felt Eric whispering soft Swedish words in her ear and wondered what they meant. She knew they needed to talk but there would be plenty of time for that later. She just wanted to fall asleep in his arms. He always kept the nightmares away.

Eric watched as Sawyer slept and was thankful that she had come back to him. He pulled the sheet aside and looked at her stomach. He gently ran his hand over it and listened to the twins heartbeats. He had missed out on an entire month of their development. He wanted to ask Sawyer how they were, if the doctor had done the ultrasound and everything. He smiled when he thought about how much of an expecting father he sounded like. Pam would be horrified. He nuzzled his face against her neck and inhaled her vanilla scent. There would be time later for them to talk about everything that was going on in their lives. He was content in the moment to just hold her in his arms and keep her safe.