"Eric. Wait." She whispered against his mouth. He paused before reluctantly pulling his lips away from her's. "What?"
She took a step back. "I just think maybe we should take it slow." He groaned softly. "Why? Why would you think that?" She sighed. "The guy I fell in love with asked me to stay with him, because he wasn't afraid to let me see his weak side. I felt safe with him-"
"I am him!" He attempted to assure her, but she didn't respond in quite the way he hoped. "I need to be sure. I just- I need to be sure." He started to speak and the closed his mouth and nodded.
"Okay. Fine Sookie." He stormed off towards the cupboard even though it wasn't anywhere near dawn yet.
She sighed and brushed her hair out of her face. She wanted so badly to go down to him and kiss him until snow fell from the ceiling, but somehow she knew that what she really wanted was him to look up at her with those goofy and innocent eyes.
She was afraid that if she went down there and found him staring at her with eyes that had seen too much, so full of lust and hate that it may just break her. The man she had loved couldn't be dead, it wasn't possible.
Eric dropped down and looked around before punching the wall angrily. He could remember it all. He remembered feeling guilty about getting mud on her carpet, feeling protective of her against the world. He remembered swimming in the sun and crying in Sookie's bed.
He wanted to be that guy, the one she loved, but he had seen too much to be so innocent. Suddenly all of his thoughts were pushed from his head as he felt a sick feeling of panic.
He dashed up the ladder as quick as he could and slammed into the doors. They shook but didn't open. He paused. Sookie. He had to get to Sookie. He was about to shove the doors open when he heard her talking to someone.
"Why should I invite you into my house? What are you intentions?"
A lower voice responded to her question. "We are looking for Eric Northman. He's under arrest and this is apparently his house."