Sawyer shut the water off when the tub was full. She sat there on the side of it and looked into the water. She told herself that Eric had done what she had wanted him to do; kill her brother. However now that she had had some time to process it all she could think about was her and Finn when they had been younger. Kids had picked on them because of their names. Eve had named them after Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn and kids had been so cruel with that knowledge. Finn had stood up beside her and they had fought off those children together. She felt the tears roll down her cheeks as she thought that now there was no chance she would ever get that back. Her brother was lost to her forever now and it was all because of their mother.

Eric walked into the bathroom and saw Sawyer sitting there silent tears rolling down her cheeks. He closed the door and walked over to the bathtub pulling his clothes off as he went. He reached out and gently brushed her hair over her shoulder. Sawyer turned and looked up at him. She gave him a soft smile and wiped away her tears. She stood up and looked away from him. He knew it was because there were spots and patches of blood all over his body. He wanted to pull her in his arms but he knew that she was still processing what had happened.

"The water is ready," she said softly.

"Why don't you join me?" Eric asked softly.

"I am going to go clean up the kitchen. Alcide cooked but there is a huge mess left behind."

Sawyer walked out of the washroom and down the hall. She got to the stairs and had to stop. She sat down on the first step and buried her face in her hands. She broke down crying. She knew that Eric had done what needed to be done but she just couldn't look at him or stand to be in the same room as him. She could smell her brother's blood on her lover and it was just too much to handle. She sat there letting go and crying for her lost brother hoping that she could finally put it behind her. The last thing she wanted was this coming between her and Eric. He was all she had at the moment and she didn't want to lose him as well.

Pam walked down the stairs and rolled her eyes as she listened to Finn scream and yell for help. She really wondered why it was that Eric hadn't just killed him. She knew it would definitely have been quieter. She walked over to Finn and stood over him careful to make sure that her new shiny pink pumps didn't get dirty in the filth that was down here. She crossed her arms on her chest and glared down at the man that had caused Sawyer pain. She really wanted to grab something sharp and start poking. She knew however that Eric wouldn't want her to start without him.

"Could you perhaps shut the fuck up? I am busy upstairs and I really do not need to listen to you scream all night," Pam said sternly.

"They are going to find me here and when they do, you and every other vampire within a hundred miles is going to be dead," Finn spat at her.

"Yes, of course we will sugar, and I am the tooth fairy."

Pam shook her head and walked back to the stairs, "You know if Sawyer finds me here, she isn't going to be on your side anymore," Finn called after her.

Pam told herself not to turn around and give him the satisfaction of knowing that Sawyer in fact didn't know that he was down there. And Pam knew that he was right. Sawyer had wanted her family dead; not them shackled in the basement to be tortured. Pam kept walking and made it to the stairs. She turned and looked at Finn giving him an evil smile.

"Actually, Sawyer was the one who asked for you to have this treatment. She said something about you deserving ever second of it," Pam lied going up the stairs.

"LET ME GO!" Finn screamed.

"Not happening anytime soon," Pam answered letting the door slam behind her drowning out Finn's cries. She walked back to the club and went back to work mingling with the patrons.

Eric walked down the stairs and found Sawyer sitting in the living room her netbook on her lap as she sipped hot chocolate. He watched as she looked up and faced him. She gave him a soft smile and then went back to looking at the screen. He sighed in relief and wondered why it was he had spent the past twenty minutes pacing their room fearful that she would reject him. He walked over to her and sat beside her. He pulled her close to his unbeating heart and stroked her hair. He looked at the screen in her lap and smiled a little.

"You are writing again," he stated softly.

"Yes, I am. And it's all because of you," she answered turning to look at him again.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You... You inspired me to write."

Sawyer felt Eric kiss her on the head. She continued rereading what she had written and editing where she thought it was needed. She knew that Eric wanted to talk to her about what happened but she didn't want to hear it. She just wanted to pretend that it never happened. The threat that her brother represented had been taken care of and she didn't need to know the gory details. Seeing Eric covered in blood had been enough. She could only too clearly imagine what Eric had done to Finn and his men. She could hear their screams in her ears and she knew that their deaths were on her. It was her fault and there was nothing she could do to make it better.

"Sawyer, stop," Eric whispered seeing how tightly she was gripping the mug. He gently took it away from her and placed it on the coffee table. He pulled her closer to him.

"I am fine."

"You are lying, Vacker. Now tell me the truth, what is going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

Eric watched as Sawyer placed her head on his chest. She wouldn't look at him and that alone spoke volumes to him. He just held her and waited. He knew that if they had any chance of their relationship getting past this point they would have to talk about it. He didn't want to but he didn't want to lose Sawyer either. He began to softly hum an old Swedish lullaby and placed his hand on her stomach. He remembered the last time he had hummed the lullaby. It had been to his baby sister before her and their parents had been murdered by a pack of werewolves. Eric closed his eyes and vowed that he would protect Sawyer and her children better than he had protected his family all those years before.

"Just... Tell me it's over and that I don't have to worry about Finn coming here anymore," Sawyer asked softly closing her eyes and letting her tears fall on his bare chest.

"It is over; he will no longer pose a threat to us."

"Good."

"Vacker, I know that-."

"No, you don't know, Eric, you never could. Finn and I... We were twins. We spent nine months together in our mother's womb. He was an idiot and had made my life fucking hell but... Part of me could still feel that connection to him."

"I too lost a sibling years ago. We were not twins but... I still feel that pain now."

"I... I didn't know."

Eric buried his face in Sawyer's hair and closed his eyes, "She was just an infant a few months old. There were many years between us. My parents had many children who did not survive long or were stillborn. When she was finally born, I promised to watch over and protect her from all evils; including men like me."

"You're a good guy, Eric."

"Not then I wasn't. Or now even. I did not care about anything but myself and whoever I decided to fuck that day. My father... I knew he was disappointed in me as a son. I should have listened more after all I was his heir and he was a great king and-."

"Whoa," Sawyer sat up and looked into Eric's blue eyes, "You're a prince?"

Eric smirked at her. He leaned in and kissed her softly, "I was one. I gave it up though."

"But... You have royal blood though, right?"

"Yes, I do."

"So, I'm like... A prince's mistress, then?"

"I guess you are."

Sawyer placed her hand on Eric's mouth when he leaned in to kiss her. She looked into his eyes and gave him a real smile. It was the first one she had given him that day and she knew it meant the world to him. She still felt that ache in her heart but she knew that what had happened had needed to be done. She could get over that ache because there with her was her family. Eric was looking at her with love in his eyes and she felt her twins kick in her stomach. She knew that all that mattered was right there in the room with her.

"You know, Charles the second of England had like four mistresses and a wife that lived in the palace with him," she said.

"Are you suggesting that we add some more people to this relationship? I know that Pam will be overjoyed to hear that," Eric answered his composed voice muffled though her hand.

"You add anyone else to this relationship and I'll add some holes in your chest."

"That could be very naughty."

Eric grabbed Sawyer's hand and pushed her back on the couch so his body was over hers. He leaned in and kissed her deeply loving when her arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled away and kissed down her neck loving the soft moans that she made. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up.

"I think it is time that we go to bed," he said smiling when she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Sawyer answered closing her eyes already. There was nothing more she wanted to do then climb in bed with Eric and go to sleep in the arms of her lover.

Sawyer's eyes snapped open hours later. She laid in bed and knew that it was early morning. She felt Eric shift beside her and then his face nuzzling in her hair. She knew that something wasn't right inside. She felt Finn but she knew that that couldn't be right. He was dead, Eric had killed him. It had been years since the last time that she had felt that pull from her brother. She rolled over and rested her head on Eric's cold chest. She closed her eyes and tried to push those feelings aside. She couldn't however. It just kept gnawing at her. She became painfully aware for the first time of Eric's lack of a heartbeat. It had never bothered her before but now that she needed a distraction the silence coming from her lover's chest caused her own heart to ache a little. She suddenly felt like it was missing when it should have been there.