When I woke up, a lot later in the day than I'd expected...but I deserved the overdue and much needed sleep. I felt refreshed, physically at least, mentally was a whole 'nother story. It was around three in the afternoon when I decided to get out of bed. I was so thankful that Sam let me have a few days off; he knew in part that the previous evening was very scary, stressful, exhausting, etc. He was held hostage by Sandra Pelt (I killed her sister, Debbie. It was either me or her, and I like me a whole lot better). That whole Sandra incident was the night cap to the blood bath that had occurred at Fangtasia earlier in the evening.

I shudder at the body count that I've been witness to, took part of or killed all by myself. The solo killings will always haunt me, but my husband/fiance always reminds me that what I did, I had to do...and if I hadn't, he would've. I always smile when I think about Eric, now. Sure, it didn't start out as being the greatest love story ever, but what it is, is a real genuine love. An overwhelming feeling of loss whenever the other one is not around, literally die for each other...Eric has said that where his heart once was, he now feels an ache when we are apart. Now, those are feelings that we share with each other, and I never in a million years thought Eric and I would love each other the way we do- when I first met him. He was so smug and arrogant, but don't get it twisted, I was instantly attracted to him...you'd have to be a zombie not to be. He was a beautiful vampire, but acted like an ugly jackass.

Eric never fooled me into loving him, although he did trick me into drinking his blood in Dallas, it wasn't the same as what Bill Compton did to me. Bill was sent to procure me for the Queen (R.I.P.), but since I saved his life the first night we met, he kept me a secret. For that, I was grateful. But then he lets the Ratray's almost kill me so that he would have the opportunity to give me his blood and save my life, be the big hero in my eyes. I honestly thought I loved Bill, but looking back, I'm not so sure it wasn't the blood. Wasn't it his blood that made me want him? Oh, I don't even know why I am thinking about Bill. Then it dawned on me: Bill was my first, in every way. Eric will be my last. I will be his last. I liked that very much. A sense of wanting Eric overcame me, and that jolted me into the present. As I was doing the dishes, a flash of me and Eric kissing came into my mind...oh, snap! It wasn't from my head, Eric was dreaming and I got another flash into his head. That never happened with Bill, but I have, from time to time caught the occasional flash from Eric, who to this day doesn't know, nor will he. I tossed that flash to side because it wasn't a scary one, and then I thought about the note that Eric left me that said:

Lover,

Be up earlier today, every second counts.

Love-

E

Eric being as old as he is, can get up a little earlier than most of his kind...the older, the stronger, more powerful, etc.

It was around six when I finished eating, cleaning, showered, got dressed. Nothing fancy, wanted to be in comfy clothes...not sure how long they're going to stay on.

It was 6:45 when I heard the cubby open, and two seconds later he was scooping me up into his chest. I loved hearing the rumbles that came from deep within his chest. I observed the rumbles came from three things: happy, horny and feeding. He wasn't feeding, so I knew he felt the same way I did. I nuzzled my face deep into his chest, then popped up and kissed him on his lips. I startled him. I don't think he thought I was going to be in a good mood, but how could I not be? My husband said yes to marry me, human service this time...and Eric knows it's happening, no secret ceremony or surprises. I gave him another kiss on the cheek and nodded over to the microwave and told him to push start. I already put a bottle in and set the time. While the blood was heating up, we sat on a chair, I was on his lap, head buried in his chest and he was stroking my hair...his cool fingertips felt soothing as the pressed against my scalp.

When the buzzer went off, he didn't stop stroking my hair, he simply used his free hand to open/close the microwave door and grab his bottle all in one swift motion. I was still snug as a bug in his chest while he drank his drink. He tossed the empty into the recycling bin, mouthed "2 points" and that made me giggle. I crept up to his face and planted a smooch on his lips, not caring about the Tru Blood on his teeth. He maneuvered me like a rag doll, but without hurting me, so now we were face to face and I was straddling him...what a perfect position. I was about to start making out with Eric, when he says, "Pam, come in." Pam? Where did she come from? Why was she here? Once she entered, she said she didn't want to knock and scare me, so she just asked Eric if she could come in. Of course, their hearing is insane. I offered Pam a Tru Blood and she said thanks and got it herself. I liked that about Pam, she would do what she could and not expect to be waited on by me. I let her drink her drink before telling her that Eric and I are engaged. I told her how I asked him to marry me and he said yes. She attempted a smile, and congratulated us but I could tell something was up, so I said, "Pam, please tell me what's making your face look like this." I motioned my hand towards her face and circled her face. Eric laughed, and Pam let the smile appear because she didn't see that coming. But as soon as the smile appeared, it vanished even quicker.

Eric sees this and asks, "Pam, what troubles you?" Pam's face froze; eyes darted from Eric to me, back to Eric and finally said, "Felipe is planning a visit."

Oh, no! Cheese and rice! I was so wrapped up in my feelings; about losing Eric, how much I hated his maker, and how Oklahoma could suck on sun. I remember Eric saying that the marriage could be held up for years, so that Queen B(itch) can wait...but not for long. Now, we had to focus about how to approach King Felipe.