Author's Note: Thought I wanted to try something a little bit different. I started writing as Eric again, but Sookie really just wanted to get her voice heard too…pushy. Lol If I get enough positive feedback Sookie can stay, if not its back to all Viking all the time.


Disclaimer: Again, not my world. Just playing in Charlaine Harris's imagination.

Sookie's POV

CHAPTER FIVE

Oh. My. God. He left. He left? Why did he leave? Was I doing it wrong? Bill didn't seem to object the last time we kissed, but Bill isn't Eric. ARG! I really need to swear off men, undead, supernatural or otherwise.

I immediately went to the refrigerator in search for comfort food. Yes, I occasionally eat away my problems but don't judge me. Everybody turns to that bucket of Ice cream every now and then. I just happen to do it more than most because everyone thinks my "gift" makes me a loon. And on top of that, for the first time in my 24 years of life—I have man troubles that I am not prepared at all to deal with.

I pulled out my almost empty bucket of chocolate chip cookie dough and plopped myself down at the kitchen table. My life had been so simple up until 3 weeks ago. I went to work, went home to Gran, hung out with Tara, and babysat for Arlene. But then Bill Compton had to walk into my life and royally screw things up.

That sounded a little harsh in my head but its true! Bill Compton was handsome sure, but he definitely could talk his way out of my bad side (which I didn't really like) and he was incredibly moody. We argued a lot for people who had only knew each other for three week.

We went on a couple dates before Jason was arrested and I asked him to take me to Fangtasia. And then Eric...gosh, I don't even know his last name…came into my life and screwed things up even more than they already were. I will always remember when I first saw him sitting on his crazy throne. I don't often call men beautiful but he looks like a god…a tall, powerful Nordic-looking god. And I thought Bill was handsome. I hated that I had to tell him what I was, but that is why I need to learn to fake being glamoured if you even can do that. He had reacted positively though, much like Bill. I was starting to like that about vampires, in addition to the whole not hearing their thoughts thing.

I remember it took all of my willpower and effort to form complete sentences and ask him if he had ever seen Dawn or Maudette. His rebuke was harsh, but I wasn't opposed to flirting a little if it meant I could get some answers. As much as my brother Jason was an incompetent idiot, he was my only brother and I needed to take care of him. I just wasn't ready for how it made me feel when he flirted back. I had sweaty palms, and butterflies in my stomach; I almost wanted to throw up just because he was soo gorgeous and I could clearly see that he wanted me. A man like that wanted little old me.

Of course, when Bill dragged me out of there we instantly got into it in the car. I hate it when guys try to get possessive of me and he was taking that to a whole new level. We fought and it got ugly enough that I revoked his invitation. We hadn't talked at all for three or four days until he came over to tell me he was leaving. He said Eric and Bubba, whoever Bubba was, would be making sure I was safe. I thought about apologizing but no. I knew I was just smitten because I couldn't hear his thoughts and that isn't any reason to be in a relationship with somebody. We didn't have anything in common and it just didn't feel right.

Now Eric…Eric felt right. If Bill was a good kisser, Eric was…was out of this world. And more than that (even thought that was pretty big, I'm not gonna lie) we could communicate really well. Eric had a really sarcastic sense of humor that I liked and he was smart. You could tell everything he said he thought about deliberately. Bill wouldn't say more than 5 sentences stringed together and when he did, it was often pretty spur of the moment. It also always felt like Bill was holding something back or speaking in half-truths, and I don't appreciate not being told the truth. Eric has only struck me as upfront to the people he trusts no matter how cunning and evil Bill tried to make him out to be when I first met Eric.

I heard my phone vibrate from the living room, where I had it charged, so I got up to see who was messaging me. A text message…from Bill. I opened it up and found the usual, I'm sorry I love you bull he texted me after any fight. Blah. I couldn't help but notice I was a little disappointed it wasn't Eric. Just a tiny bit; definitely small enough to suppress. As I was walking back to the only steady love in my life—food—I heard it vibrate again. It was a text message from Pam. She must have gotten my number from him.

"What did you do to him to get his panties in a bunch? He stormed back into Fangtasia and has been moping all night. It's scaring the customers."

I shot back, "Not like it's your business, but I didn't do a damn thing. We had this amazing kiss and he left! He left, Pam."

Almost as soon as I pressed send I got another message. "Vampire Reflexes," I rolled my eyes. It said, "Well, I told him how humans like to be courted and romanced so it was probably that. But secondly, did you ever think he left because he thinks you still care for Bill?"

"BUT I DON'T!" was my response. I started thinking about it though. As much as I hated to admit it, she might be right. For all I know, he probably thinks Bill and I have had sex and he's bitten me and a bunch of stuff that didn't happen. He was definitely not to be someone's sloppy seconds and I get that. Its part of the reason why I am sort of proud to be a virgin, even though its not like I'm waiting for marriage or anything. The telepathy has gotten in the way of me being with any boy from around here. And as far as the vampires go—well, Bill always seemed more interested in drinking from me than having sex with me. And I wasn't a beverage thank you very much. If a vampire ever drank from me, it would be kind of a romantic thing…like an addition to normal sex. Eric was quite the opposite; I blushed remembering the feel of his erection through his jeans as he kissed me.

After some thought, I texted her back. "Should I call him? I want to apologize and explain. I like him Pam"

I waited. I couldn't tell if she would show him or just tell him. Who am I kidding; of course she would show him.

My phone buzzed again. I half expected it to be from him, but it was Pam…again.

"He's on his way."

Author's note: I hope you guys liked the change of pace!!! Feedback please and be gentle if you hated it 