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Chapter 27: Vem älskar du?

I sucked in a breath. And then hacked as my lunges rejected it, my tongue coated in a brick and mortar film. Someone was calling my name. I could barely make out the sound as my head throbbed, a low ringing buzzing through my eardrums.

"Runa!" Darkness. I felt a flutter of panic and then quickly realized that my eyes were closed. "Runa!"

Someone was screaming. I blinked and then squeezed my eyes shut again as the world spun. My whole body felt raw, my face wet from… I pulled my fingers away, retching as they came away red.

"Don't look at that," a voice commanded and I blinked again, my mind scrambling desperately at the details around me as I tried to piece everything together. A crescendo of voices crested, jabbing into me as I tried to concentrate. "Mare."

"Eric?" I rasped, my voice raw, chalky from the amount of powdered cement I was breathing in. It was getting into my eyes too, making it nearly impossible to see anything around me. Wincing, I brought up a hand, trying to clear my vision and came in contact with the hard expanse of a stomach. My guts tightened, my fingers curling into balls as I jerked, starting to fight against whatever was leveled off of me. My stomach rolled. Whoever was on top of me.

Strong hands clamped around my own, batting them away. "Lug-lugna ner, Älskling."

I stopped struggling, my muscles relaxing as I finally realized that it was Eric who was above me, his hands clamped over my ears. My vision slowly cleared as I brought up a palm to rub them, Eric's thumbs shadowing my own as he kept his palms pressed to my ears.

The den where moments ago I had been standing was now ripped apart, the ceiling seemingly one more push away from caving in, electrical wires sparking overhead in chaotic splutters. From the other rooms, I could hear moaning, soft screams and the clumsy clod of two sets of feet as they tried to…

"Hu-humans," I winced as my voice cracked, reaching up to squeeze onto Eric's wrists. I could feel their blood pounding through their veins, the frightened beat of their hearts as they went from room to room with… There was another sharp scream and then silence. I saw Eric's head whip to the side, his fangs clicking into place as his eyes dilated slightly.

"SOOKIE!" Bill's voice called, a hysterical edge to his voice and my heart plummeted once more, my body jerking to the side as I tried to see something other than overturned pieces of furniture and rubble.

Painting a far corner… I gagged, my eyes blurring as tears slithered down my cheeks. Splattered, wedged into the open drywall and insulation were chunks of… I retched again, unable to look away. Human flesh and organs, slimy, shimmering in the crackling sparks of the wires above.

Above me, Eric was making an odd sound, his breath sawing in and out of him at odd, quick intervals.

"Sookie!" Bill's voice was closer now but I could barely do more than a cursory glass around me before Eric was leaning heavily to the side, his powerful body suddenly going dead like a weight cut free of strings.

"Eric," I whimpered, my back and legs throbbing from what I assumed was the after-effects of having been blasted to the ground by the explosion. Gritting down on the pain, I leveled myself up farther and turned to him, running a hand over the column of his throat and then down over his shoulders and farther-

"Dåraktig viking," I snarled, grabbing his shoulder to level him off the ground and onto his back. I nearly threw up from the sight - my gut tightening at the shredded muscles and tendons of his back, the wedges of silver that were protruding from all along his spine as well as a jagged piece sticking out of his side. "Vad tänkte du?"

It came out more watery than I had thought it would, my voice shaking, afraid for a whole other reason than the one that I had originally thought. My fingers shook, my nerve wavering as I realized that I would have to dig into his skin… I turned to the side, bile burning the back of my throat.

"Wasn't - didn't listen to you when you warned…" His voice wavered, stuttering off as he drew in an uncomfortable breath. "... Had to cover you."

"Don't do that again," I snapped, shaking as I repeated it again in Swedish.

Grabbing onto the anger that I felt and holding onto it for dear life, I forced away my terror at what I had to be done. Just anything for me to not have to see him in this pain any longer than necessary. Clumsy fingers tore into one of the rips in my thigh, tearing it open violently as I positioned my leg closest to his head. Even in the low light, I saw his eyes dilate slightly, his nostrils flaring at the expanse of open skin.

"Bite," I ordered, running my fingers through the blood-splattered strands of his hair, coming away with chunks of cement and dust. My teeth gnawed into my cheek as I moved my other hand tentatively to his side.

His breath, cold enough to make me shiver ghosted along my inner thigh, his lips barely brushing the skin. Hesitantly, I felt his fangs follow, scraping enough to make my abdomen knot. "You're sure?"

I took a shaky breath. And then another. Eric wouldn't die from his wounds. And his body's natural propensity to heal would push the silver out in the next hour but… my stomach tightened at the thought of him lying here for that amount of time. It would be faster if he drank my blood while I pulled out as much of the silver as I could.

"RUNA!" Sookie's voice called weakly and I looked to the entrance to see Sookie, blood-splattered and wobbling stumble into the room. My brother and Godric followed closely behind. At least my warning had come soon enough that most of the vampires and humans had gotten out.

Bill blurred into the room, his face stricken as he finally caught sight of Sookie. I waved a hand, catching their attention before they could start making out in the middle of this disaster zone.

Eric's chin jerked, his eyes narrowing on one of the blown-out corridors as a figure stumbled, panting. "Get the humans."

A low snarl rumbled from the vampire, both Sookie and Jason huddling behind Godric as the older maker ran a cool gaze around at the injured in the room, not even bothering to glance toward the now fleeing human. Bill was gone before i could blink.

"I don't have all day," I whispered, turning back to Eric with a gentle nudge to the back of his head. His eyes met mine, clear as a sea wave - as if he were asking my permission one last time. I rolled my eyes, my fingers curling around the biggest shard in his side. "This will hurt a lot more if you just sit there and take it."

I don't wait for a reply this time, my teeth biting into my cheek as I jerk the piece out with a stiff yank. Blood splurts, coating my forearm as Eric gives an angry snarl like a lion that just got bitten by an annoying rival.

There's no slow caress - no hesitation now. Angrily, as if he's a child throwing a tantrum, his teeth sink past the top layer of my skin and then deeper, a gush of blood spilling past his lips and down my thigh. My whole world tips, pain lancing up my spine like tiny needles diving into the soft membrane of my spinal cord. I stopped searching out another piece of silver, my fingers shaking as my whole body rejected having Eric slicing open my skin and glugging it down.

"Förlåt." It was barely loud enough for me to hear, his hands clutching at me, trying to drag me closer as he greedily lapped at the open incision. Eric's fingers bit into my knee, his other arm winding around my hip to drag me closer as he bit down again.

I took a deep breath, breathing through the pain until it eventually became just an ache. There was nothing sensual about this feeling, nothing good about the light-headedness that came from having my blood slowly drained. But - Soft plinks echoed, drawing my attention to the fact that his wounds were slowly closing, the silver slithering from his body to leave behind pink, new flesh. I sighed, relief loosening my chest as I reached around to pull out another large shard of silver embedded in his shoulder. He snarled, his teeth baring against my skin, arm tightened around my waist.

"Giant baby," I whispered, watching as his back once again returned to the smooth expanse of rolling muscles and unbroken skin.

Eric's tongue lapped at the wound, his body rumbling like a giant cat's as he gently cleaned the open wound. His eyes flicked to meet mine, bluer than I had ever seen them, his lids drowsy as if he had just run 7 miles and had just crawled into bed after a shower.

Isabel's voice cuts through the moment, her perfect hair in tangles as she stumbles to the middle of the room. "Everyone! Please!"

There are a few others around us, vampires picking each other up as they slowly heal. I'm sure more than a few still are unable to hear, their eardrums blown. Eric's eyes flick to them, his shoulders rolling as he levels himself onto an elbow, testing his back as he does. Across the room, Godric moves silently forward, his face still impassive even as his eyes catch on someone's blown off leg, a finger, an arm.

Stepping from our sister's side, Jason's voice booms, drawing everyone's attention immediately. "Hey! Y'all listen up!"

Godric steps forward. "They may come back. Go to the Hotel Camilla. They've been alerted, security is in place."

They leave silently, clutching at each other like crumpled cards trying to stay upright. I've never seen vampires look so broken. Never seen them anything but rageful animals of base urges. But the way they leave now without a word, looking around like the humans took something more than a few friends from their lives…

Eric's arms circle my waist, lifting me effortlessly to my feet before I even knew that he had gotten up. My head spun, vision blurring at the sudden upright position and I gulped as my legs suddenly went watery. Luckily, it seemed that Eric was expecting it, his arms looping under my shoulders and knees as he hefted me up. I blinked, wanting to say something cutting but finding instead that it was probably better if I shut my eyes and kept my mouth shut against the suddenly wavering world around me.

"Feeling a bit weak in the knees, love?" he murmured, his lips brushing my temple. I could feel the smile curling his lips, the gentle way that he cradled me closer to his chest. It was enough to make me wish that I could pummel him.

"Shut up," I muttered tiredly, feeling my mind go a little lighter. Oh god - I couldn't - I gulped, biting down on my tongue to try and keep myself in the present. Between the nighttime raid of the Newlin's church, the excessive use of my powers and then the… activities afterward added onto the bombing and feeding - the only thing that had been keeping me going was probably the spike of Eric's blood. "Du är skyldig mig-"

I passed out.


I originally wanted this to be longer but... Well, sometimes I want to give you guys more chapters so I just post my shorter chapters. It might be a character flaw. I haven't decided yet.

Swedish Translation:

Vem älskar du?: Who do you love?

Lugna ner, Älskling: Calm down, darling.

Dåraktig viking: Idiotic/foolish viking

Vad tänkte du?: What were you thinking?

Förlåt: Sorry

Du är skyldig mig-: You owe me-