Enemy in Our Midst
Chapter 4
A/N I do not own anything.
Eric softly touches down outside Sookie's house. He takes a look around, it's been awhile since he's been here. Everything is the same though and he will keep it that way. He walks up the steps and opens the door. He looks down at his lover and smiles a sad smile.
"I would have carried you like this over the threshold on our wedding night as per human culture as my new wife. You would be a beautiful bride my sweet Sookie. Let's get you inside and comfortable" Eric whispers as he takes her in and lays her on her bed. He straightens her dress and pats her hair. She looks so beautiful when she sleeps. If only she would wake up. He takes one last look and then heads out to the living room in search of supplies.
Eric returns with some dark cloth to cover the windows to make them light tight. He is not leaving his lover not now, not ever. Once the windows are covered he pulls the door into the jam so no one can enter.
He takes Sookie's soiled dress off. What a pretty thing. He then realizes that it's the one she wore the first night he met her. He admits that at first he didn't want her for more than sex and blood and that dress was making it hard for him to stay seated in his throne. It was making him hard period. Then came the maenad and then Jackson where things had changed. He began to care for her, he started to fall in love.
The nights he spent with her when he wasn't himself were the best of his life and unlife. That was when he realized that love was real and that a beautiful, selfless woman could love him a brutal Viking vampire who enjoyed killing.
It wasn't long before he was so far gone over her that he knew he would never be able to live with out her. That was why he bonded with her at the summit and pretty much gave Andre the finger. He knew it might drive her farther away but he could not let his love suffer not at the hands of the insufferable sadistic prick.
When he remember their time together it only helped make sense of what he was feeling. He wanted to tell Sookie that night but she would not hear him, so stubborn his Sookie.
When he could not get to her when she was being tortured he wanted to die. If she did not survive the attack neither would he. Fuck than his fucking maker showed up the rapist bastard and pushed Sookie even further away. He didn't want to marry that Queen bitch, that was what Appius wanted, not him. All he ever wanted was for his girl to love him for who he was and maybe for her to love him forever. Shaking his head of all thoughts he continued with the task at hand.
Once she was naked and he was as well Eric took her into the shower with him and washed her clean. Once the shower was done he dried and brushed her hair and dressed her in the shirt he had given her the night the Maenad attacked her. He found the shirt in the back of her closet. He pulled on the sleep pants that he kept there and a wife beater and tucked Sookie into bed.
He sat in the rocker in the corner of her room and watched her for awhile until he felt the pull of the sun and then he crawled in beside her and laid her head upon his chest.
"Night Lover" Eric said as he kissed the top of her head and died for the day.
The next two nights were the same. Eric made a few calls and arranged Sookie's funeral but he refused to leave her side. He didn't eat he just laid there with her head on his chest lost in thought. He was brought from his thoughts when a knock was heard at the door on the third night.
"Master?" Pam said cautiously.
"Go away" Eric growled.
"I brought the dress you requested. Everything is ready for tomorrow midnight. Will you need any help?" Pam asked wanting her Master to come back from this dark mood that has taken him over.
"Fuck off" Eric roared and Pam had no choice but to obey.
How was he ever going to go on without her? He had to get ready. Eric pulled out from under her and went for a shower. He scrubbed his hair and body not lingering anywhere to long not that it mattered. He would never feel love again or want to have sex again for that matter. He stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around his lean hips and entered Sookie's room.
"Eric?" Soookie asked as she took in the sight of her man.
Eric stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape as he took in the sight before him. Sookie was sitting up in bed staring at him. He must be hallucinating, wasn't he?
Tbc