***Chapter Four***
**Truth will Out**
Eric sat Sookie gently on the couch. She winced at the simple action. She was dying. She laughed at what she was going to suggest to the vampire sheriff before her.
"What's so funny Ms. Stackhouse?" She could hear Eric's tone less voice ask. "I'm sorry. "
"Now can you explain your reasoning in venturing into this club without your dear Bill?"
Sarcasm leaking at the end. She heard it. Clear as day.
"I broke up with him. " she watched as Eric's body language changed with that small fact. "I have an somewhat crazy request. "
Better start with what I came for. There's no use in wasting time. Since I didn't have much anyways.
"What is your request Ms. Stackhouse?"
"Please call me Sookie. "
"Sookie, then. Please tell me your request. Whatever it is I won't think less of you and can't see it as crazy. "
Didn't he have a way with words?
Her thoughts were all jumbled and scattered. She didn't know how to phrase what she wanted to ask. She then felt two hands, which were pale as ivory and cool as ice, on her own squeezing them an offering of encouragement. This was a new side to Eric she was experiencing and it somewhat comforted her and coaxed her enough to reveal the reason why she was here.
"I'm dying. " she states. "An incurable disease. I've seen many doctors and they all have told me the same thing. My body is growing weaker each day and I'm already feeling drained from doing daily housework or even walking in general. "
"Sookie what is your request? I have a feeling of what it might be but I need to hear it aloud. "
"Eric. Will you turn me?"