Erik had been fully prepared to feel her throw the Tru Blood in his face when he asked her to be his, again. Anytime he had asked her in their human past she hit him or threw something at him. He closed the gap between them at the table and kissed her hard, Eric was not one for showing any form of affection to anyone at any given time but with Ingrid? He could hardly resist her as a human man, as a vampire his self control was even less. She looked sublime, she looked like she was made to be one of the undead, for the first time in a thousand years he felt like a Viking again, a Viking that had been blessed by the gods. He kissed her like he was kissing her for the last time, she said yes to being his in this shitty little two hick town bar in the middle of no where, if that was not a testament to her feelings he didn't know what was. His hand cupped her face, he wanted to snap this fucking table in half so he could be closer to her. Fuck it, everyone in this place knew what they were, moving as quick as his speed would allow he slid into the booth next to her, his arms were around her instantly, crushing her petite frame to his chest. Her nimble fingers locked into his hair, tugging on it hard enough that a low deep growl vibrated in his chest. No doubt there were eyes on them from the moronic townsfolk that were choking down their beer and fried foods but he didn't care. Well, he didn't care until he heard someone clear their throat loudly right next to them. Eric quietly growled again but this time it was annoyance not desire.

Pulling himself from Ingrid he turned around to see Sookie standing before him, perfect. At the sight of her he felt Ingrid's hands curl possessively around the front of his shirt. "We do not need a refill waitress, thank you." Ingrid said with a shit eating grin on her face.

"It may be a free country and all, but this here is not the kind of place to be sucking each others faces off in. You're making our other customers uncomfortable." By the look of her flaming red cheeks the only one uncomfortable in this situation was her, Eric truly would have been able to drag her to bed with him if he had wanted, what would her Mr Compton think. "No Offence, but you do not exactly service a high brow clientele here. Is the issue that two vampires are kissing in your shitty bar or is the issue that two vampires are kissing in your shitty bar and one of those vampires, is me." She may have thought she had the ability to pull the wool over his eyes but Erik did not have to be a mind reader to know what her problem was. His sudden and immediate disinterest in her had clearly left a very unpleasant taste in the waitresses mouth.

"Everything ok over here, Sookie?" Great, just what they needed, the fucking shifter owner sticking his snout where it is not wanted. At the sight of the newcomer Ingrid inhaled deeply. "And what exactly are you, dear?" She asked peering around Eric at Sam Merlot. "Excuse me? I asked was there a problem here, I don't even know you." Eric smirked at how standoffish he was, as if vampires couldn't smell a shifter when they saw one. "How rude of me, I never made introductions. Sam Merlot this is my... Fiancé, Ingrid." It was his turn to wear the shit eating grin at calling her that for the first time, she rolled her eyes heavily at the statement. "A shifter and a bar owner, my my this town is full of surprises. Well, to answer your question Mr Merlot there is no problem here. At the moment." Ingrid said looking back to Sookie arching a brow at her in a way that said if you want a problem I will give you a problem.

"It's fine Sam, I can handle it." She said, to both of their shocks she slid into the booth across from them. "I just want my damn life back, but I am not doing this with you two and your damn threats. I will help with Russell, on the condition that you tell me what the fuck you really are cause ain't no vampire able to withstand my light."

Eric looked to Ingrid "the choice is yours." She smirked.

Ingrid nodded, sitting back into Eric she looked to the waitress. "For starters you are wrong, I am a vampire. Now. Before I was a vampire I was a Volva. A witch or seer of sorts in Scandinavia. Back in our day we were seen as the wise ones, we could see things, do things, but you cannot be both. When I was turned I ceased to be a Volva but, it seems some things are just part of ones soul because there is a thing or two that has made me slightly more durable, like resisting you little fairy folks whims among... Other things." Eric smiled down at her, she was a force to be reckoned with and she was all his. For a moment Sookie was at a loss for words it seemed "even if I chose to believe that if that's the case how can I protect myself if you decide to flip out again?"

"If I... Flip out? I do so believe I was just giving you some home truths, you were the aggressor cupcake, not I. So, do we have a deal? Or shall Eric and I meet you here same time tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow we can fuck on the table instead of just kiss?"

"Fine, but I am keeping Bill with me at all times."

"Bring him if you want we really do not care. Come to the bar after your shift, we have much to discuss and not a lot of time to discuss it." Eric put a hundred dollar bill on the table. "Keep the change."

Walking out of the bar eyes once again followed them every step of the way until they were in the parking lot. In the fresh air of the night Eric knew what he wanted to say. He was just having a real hard time getting his voice box to fucking work.

"Wait a minute." He finally spoke. Scooping her into his arms he ran for what only felt like seconds until he halted at a lake at the foot of a forested area. "Eric! I am the same speed as you why didn't you just tell me where we were going!" He exclaimed jumping out of his arms and shoving his chest. "Can you just, shut the fuck up for a second Ingrid."

"I needed somewhere to say this that wasn't that shitty bar or the car park of the shitty bar. You agreeing to be my wife back there, it's everything I ever wished for but... Marriage is still a very human concept. I want to be your husband, your protector... I want to be your mate. Your real mate, you were going to do it for us once, back in Sweden, back before we turned, you were going to bind us, blood to blood, soul to soul. I want it still." He fell to his knees before her, placing his hands on her hips he pressed his forehead to her stomach. "I pledge my life to you, my heart to you, my immortal vampire soul to you. I... I love you Ingrid, I have never loved something so aggressively, I have never obsessed over something more than you. Please be mine in every sense of the word, be mine and I will be yours."

Her fingers ran through his hair, she tilted her head up so she could look down into his eyes "Eric, you know this could make us weaker. A connection like this, it can lead to obsession..."

"Tell me it is not obsession already. You nearly strangled a human to death tonight at the mere thought she had romantic inclinations towards me, if this makes me even more devoted to you, then so be it. You will always be my volva Ingrid, vampire or not."

"And you will always be my king, vampire or not."

"Then do it, I want to fall into oblivion and I want that oblivion to be you."

"Then into oblivion we shall go my love, and we will take this whole damn town with us."

/ Once again this chapter is a necessary evil friends, next chapter we will see just what falling into the oblivion of each other is like for the Northmans, think a bond between a vampire and their prodigy x10000. Think Gomez and Morticia Addams but with more...Evil and murder :)