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Chapter Four

Shreveport, Louisiana

Eric POV

It was barely traffic so I did a couple of stops at gas stations for a drink and go to the bathroom. I was close to New Orleans and although the temperature was warmer it was still cold. I was accustomed to cold, I was Swedish after all, but the low winter temperatures in the southern states of United States were no problem for me.

I got back on track and drove while I was listening old songs in a classical radio station. I was not a big fan of old music but at least it was a good way to stay focused on the road. I was still thinking about my conversation with Russell and his sudden interest for me taking a break.

It was lunchtime when I came to Shreveport and found a bar called Merlotte's that looked interesting and I stopped.

I walked into and everything was nice and homey to be a bar but at least I'll get something decent to eat before going to my hotel. I looked around for a couple of seconds and then sat down in one of the empty tables that stood near the window. I put my bag down in the other empty chair and sat down.

"Hi, welcome to Merlotte's, are you ready to order?" The waitress looked like the typical blonde with big breasts but there was something in her smile and eyes that seemed to indicate otherwise.

I asked her for a few more minutes to order my meal and then enjoyed a great burger. The place was quiet but I could see every man in the bar staring at the waitress being looked like she was a piece of meat. I knew the feeling pretty well 'cause most women looked at me in the same way.

When I stopped the car to eat something I could only think about something quick and then get to my hotel, unpack and relax a bit but I was suddenly wishing to stay longer at Merlotte's while I was enjoying the company of that kind waitress.

Finally when there were a few people in the bar, we talked for a while, she asking me the usual questions as it was obvious that I didn't fit with the typical Southern man. She was so friendly even without a reason to be that when I paid the bill I left her a big tip, bigger than normal, hoping not to offend her.

I left the bar and walked for a few minutes enjoying the fresh air and then went to the car, I got in and turned on the engine. I hadn't gone to far when I felt something had been beaten. I had no idea what it was so I got out the car quickly. At first I could see nothing but a second later I saw a hand, too small to be a man and a little further I realized it was Merlotte's' waitress. "God…" I started walking towards her but I realized I wasn't alone. A man with dark hair and eyes was running towards her, but there was something in his face that made me suspicious and he ran away before I could ask him. I wanted to follow him because I was sure he had something to do with what happened but I was more concerned about the lovely young woman lying on the cold asphalt in front of my car. I leaned over and looked for pulse in her neck. "Thank God…" I muttered when I felt her pulse but couldn't wake her. I was sure I hadn't beaten her too hard so I carried her and sat her in the passenger seat, placing her head against the back of the seat and putting on the seatbelt. I had no idea where the hospital was so I took her to my hotel. Luckily the guy behind the front desk asked no questions when I told him that my girlfriend was exhausted by the trip and went straight to my room. I opened the door with difficulty and then I closed it with a kick and let her down gently on my bed. The cold had made her clothes were wet so I took off her shoes and socks and then her jeans without looking down at her too much. Her sweater was dry so I grabbed her coat and put it in the closet. Her skin was cold so I opened the bed and got her under the covers.

I was screwed. I wasn't in Shreveport even two hours and I had already getting myself into problems. I had a beautiful girl in my bed, half naked after I had hit her when a creepy man was probably chasing her when she was running away from him.

What could I do? I didn't even know her name or where she lived not had a cell phone or purse. If she was in the street, where was her purse? No woman leaves without her purse, I was sure. Her hair was bright gold like mine and was spread on the pillow and her breathing was normal. Perhaps the head injury was more serious than it seemed at first glance but I couldn't see wounds so that calmed me.

I wanted to know the man who was following her because obviously there was more than it seemed. She was running so badly she didn't even see my car and the man who was chasing her suddenly vanished.

"Mmmm…" the girl began to purr and murmur something but couldn't understand it. I was sitting in a chair beside the bed and I could not help falling asleep a few minutes later.

When I woke up I saw she wasn't in bed and worried. Maybe she had awakened in a strange place and was scared and left but then I heard noise in the bathroom and a few seconds later she opened the door and walked out wearing only her sweater that was long enough to cover her underwear.

"Hello."

"Hello. How are you feeling?" I would have expected screams and fear or at least 'Who the fuck are you?' but instead we were talking quietly. "I'm Eric."

"Sookie." I nodded. "And I'm fine, I guess. What happened? Where am I?" I waved to the bed for her to sit down and I turned my chair to be face to face. "You're in my hotel room. You ran out of nowhere and hit you with my car. I didn't know where the hospital was and wasn't sure whether to tell someone so I brought you here."

"You took my clothes off?" I was waiting for the question but the tone was not exactly the normal. "Because I'm sure I didn't myself." She chuckled and blushed slightly.

"I did it but I promise that I didn't look. Well, not much." She had an incredible body, stunning and couldn't stop thinking about the softness of her skin when my hands touched her. "Your…your clothes were wet and I thought…well, I didn't want you getting a cold so…"

"Thank you!"

"What happened?" Sookie looked at me with open wide eyes without understand what I meant. "I mean about the accident. I think you were running because you were fleeing from someone and then, when you were unconscious on the ground, I saw a man, but he fled before I could talk to him."

"Dark hair and stalker eyes?" I nodded vigorously. "His name is Bill Compton and lives near my house. He's obsessed with me and asked me for a date since the first day he arrived in Bon Temps." Bon Temps? "It's where I live. I dunno, he's a bit strange but he had never done anything like that before. Besides, the last thing I remember is that I was waiting for my friend Amelia and he appeared, we were talking and then…I think he started chasing me."

"He was walking towards you when I got out the car to see what had happened. I was surprised 'cause he ran out without saying a word." Sookie was so sweet and innocent that I couldn't imagine anyone who would want to harm her.

"I should go…" she began to stand up and I did the same from my chair. "I've caused you enough problems and…"

"Not at all." We were still looking at each other without saying a word. She was beautiful with large and expressive eyes, beautiful golden hair and soft skin. She was nothing like the kind of women I was used to and suddenly my hands were out of control and moved towards her and hugged her tightly until her head was resting against my chest.

I had never done anything like that; my profession didn't allow me to maintain many relationships with people but with Sookie…I couldn't help it. It felt like the most natural thing in the world and although she was shorter than me we fit perfectly. I felt strange but comfortable, as if I had waited my whole life to find her.

Neither of us seemed to want to move but then Sookie looked up into my eyes and smiled sweetly at me. "Eric, I think I should go because my Gran…you know, I have no idea what time it is…I don't want her to be worried…"

"I understand." I pulled away from her and I suddenly felt not so good anymore.

"I'll call a cab to get my car and…"

"No…no need. I can drive you but I think you shouldn't drive after you've beaten your head." Yes, it was not safe but what I really wanted was to spend more time with her. "I'll drive you home and…"

"My home? No, I can't let you do that." She didn't want to spend more time with me? Well, I couldn't blame her, she didn't even know me and I was a professional killer although she didn't know that part. "I mean…well, Bon Temps is about half an hour from here and you're on vacation so I don't feel good about it. I'm sure you've got better things to do…"

"Sookie, I'm on vacation, I have nothing to do."

"True." She laughed nervously as looked down at the floor. "Okay. I'll tell Amelia to pick me up tomorrow and after work I'll take my car back."

"Hey, I know it's crazy because you don't know me but I wouldn't mind to pick you up tomorrow morning and take you to work, you know…I don't usually go on holidays so I really have no idea what to do." True, but now I had a pretty good reason to stay and enjoy in Shreveport, Louisiana.

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