A/N: ANGRY, ANNOYED, PISSED OFF, and so many other things at the moment… I would like everyone to read what someone actually sent me in a review for one of my other fan fictions

"For someone that claims to be a writer working on their first novel, you're either lazy or delusional."

There is NO excuse for that at all! Please review your thoughts on this matter. You might also be wondering if that was the only thing the person wrote and it's not just everything else this person said is even worse than those words I posted I just take more offence to the sentence above…

Ok I am going to punch something now and when I return let us hope that I do not end up killing off every character in this entire series… Ok I would not actually do that, but I still might end up fucking everything up unintentionally.

Listening to a Rammstein song that plays in the beginning of Final Fantasy X… The songs I listen to reflect my mood!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this crap!

At first when I woke up and found that Eric had disappeared I figured it all had just been a dream, but when I saw the light shining in from the windows in my room I knew he must be asleep somewhere.

I did not mind though because I needed to work a few things out before I allowed myself to see him again. If I did not figure out exactly to ask Eric, I knew I would allow myself to be drawn in and completely forget about everything… I could not have that.

I stretched my arms and legs as I got out of the little bit of chilly water that was still in the tub. I brushed through my dampened hair and found some clothes laid out on my bed, I immediately knew it had been Eric by what was laid out.

I noticed first the black mini-skirt that had a slit in the sides that I had not worn since I bought it for a Halloween party a few years back. By the skirt was a dark blood red tube top that came up just inches above my belly button that I never had enough confidence to wear. No bra was laid out, but there was a red thong laid out that I had never seen before with a note stuck in them.

"Wear this tonight. I will pick you up as soon as night falls before us.

Eric"

I traced his writing with my fingertips as read it over and over again. His writing was always so elegant.

What he had planned tonight I did not know, but I was happy to have the day off so I could prepare.

I went downstairs and remembered I still had no food in the house so I decided to go out and pick up a few things to keep around including a six-pack of True Blood, AB negative was Eric's favorite. When I got back and unloaded everything, I noticed the dishes piling up. Even though I was rather baffled as to why I would have so many dishes when I had no food in the house.

One thing led to another and suddenly I was scrubbing the kitchen floor, which led me to the living that was even worse shape than the kitchen. I finished the living room, but then noticed absolutely everything needed dusting…badly. I knew I would have to redo the floors though after I was done dusting, which I eventually got to a few hours later.

I was extremely satisfied with myself, but when I went to throw out the trash I walked by the garden which needed serious work. So began my next project that eventually led me to mowing the lawn and spraying down the porch.

Why I had suddenly felt to clean the entire house I was not quite sure, but it probably had something to do with the fact that I had been neglecting it horribly recently. Gran would have been ashamed of the way I had treated her house the past few weeks.

As I finished the lawn a thought crossed my mind that maybe I was only doing all of this to stall my conversation with Eric. I loved him much more deeply than I could have ever imagined, but I could not completely disregard what Bill had said even if it was all crap.

I went back inside and decided to give all of some serious thought… that was until I saw that it was already four o'clock. I hurried upstairs to take a shower, but I got sidetracked by how dirty the sink and toilet looked so I got out my cleaning supplies and started scrubbing everything I could from the floors to the walls and everything in between.

The clock struck six o'clock just seconds after I finished so I quickly put everything away and jumped into the shower scrubbing myself harder than I had the bathroom.

I heard the doorbell ring, but I was still washing my hair so I did not bother getting out. I hoped that Eric would stay downstairs. However, when I went back in my room I was surprised he was not there. I quickly pulled on the clothes Eric had laid out for me and found a pair of black boots they came up mid-calf.

When I got downstairs, I saw Eric standing in the entranceway to the living room facing away from me.

"What are we doing tonight?" I asked him, but when he turned around, he seemed as though he had something to say until his eyes fell on me.

"You are beautiful, love." Those four little words made me melt, but I tried to keep my composure for as long as possible.

"I know, but I would like to know for what kind of occasion I would need to wear something like this." I said as I leaned against the wall across from him with my arms folded.

"Do I need an occasion to dress my girl up?" he asked as he leaned against the wall opposite with his hands in his pockets.

"Your girl? I find that rather funny." He did not seem to like my reply, but he quickly changed his tactic.

"We'll see…" he walked over to me just before he dropped down to his knees in front of me. I tried not to be drawn in, but it was no use. I combed my hand through his hair and let it linger against his face.

He smiled up at me realizing he was winning. He let his hands slid slowly up my legs and when they reached the thong, he slipped them down.

I stepped out of them without missing a beat. It had not been that long ago, but I had missed his hands against my skin as a flower might yearn for sunlight. His hands were my sunlight and I needed them.

One of his hands creeped back up my leg as he watched my face trying to fight back the moan that wanted to be released. The back of his hand rubbed against my inner thigh as his thumb brushed gently against my entrance.

I gripped tightly onto his shoulders as I closed my eyes in preparation for my punishment he was surely to bestow on me.

"Say it Sookie." I shook my hand no, even though I knew it would be my ruin I had to stay strong.

His thumb began to apply a slight pressure to my entrance that always drove me insane. With his hand still in place massaging my wet folds he stood up and brushed my hair back behind my ear with his other hand.

"Do you still love me Sookie?" My eyes shot open at his absurd question.

"Of course I still love you Eric!" he smiled and traced his fingertips over my lips as I had done with the note he had left me earlier that day.

When he leaned down to kiss, my parted lips I heard a loud shattering noise in the kitchen and before I could say what was that Eric had already gone to the kitchen and come back.

"We are leaving." He lifted me up and ran out of the house fast enough to make me want to puke.

A/N: *Sigh* so I have calmed down… slightly, but it did get me to thinking that maybe I am just delusional and have no business trying to write a novel. Sure, the story line is great, but I could never do its justice just like I can't True Blood, Final Fantasy, Harry Potter, or Dead Like Me.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter.