Here's another chapter about professional killers, psychopaths and Sookie/Eric relationship. I know it's shortly but intense too.

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Chapter Twelve

After The Storm Everything Almost Remains Calm

Sookie POV

I didn't want to let him in there but I had no choice and I hated myself for doing so. Eric saved my life, again, and I didn't even have the chance to do the same for him. I felt lost, useless and alone…terribly alone in his car and on my way to home.

What was I doing? The man I loved was trapped with two killers in a house in Bon Temps and I had left him behind. I wanted to hit my head against the steering wheel for being so stupid but I knew my only option was to turn around and go back there. Anyone would have thought it wasn't the smartest after all I had seen but I was not a normal person; I was Sookie Stackhouse, a freak from Bon Temps, which was also in love with a professional killer who had to kill my brother for money but gave up everything for me. Yes, it seemed the argument of a bad movie but it was the story of my life for the last two weeks.

I stopped the car abruptly in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by darkness and breathed deeply for a couple of times. After all I had been through I couldn't surprise about anything else and I felt that get back to Eric was what I really need to do. If we were going to die tonight at least we would die together and that was all that mattered to me because I knew in my heart, that life without Eric was not possible for me. Yeah, maybe I was like a fool in love in Shakespeare's time, but I suddenly felt like Juliet and couldn't live without my Romeo.

My brother and Gran were fine, my family was safe and yet I never felt so alone in my life, not even when my parents died. Eric was everything to me and I left him alone.

"Over my fucking dead body!" I muttered pissed off to myself and I turned on the engine again but this time turned around and drove back to the house. I was a fool for having left him without trying to help and he may…I couldn't even think about it so I decided to ignore it. Eric was fine, he had to be and that was the only thing I would think.

I drove as fast as I could towards the house and when I finally got to see the lights I saw something else.

Fire.

"Fuck me…" I muttered to myself when I saw the fire spreading slowly around the house but when I opened the car door I heard a loud explosion and the house blew up throwing pieces everywhere.

"Oh my God…" the tears flowed endlessly from my eyes and clouded my vision. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The house was completely in flames and they were gigantic. Surely someone had shot against the tank of gas and the blast was huge. Who shot? Who died? And the question that still remained in my mind was: Where was Eric? Was he dead or alive? Was Eric who shot against the tank? "Eric!" I started screaming from the car and walked towards the house being aware that I couldn't get too close because of the flames. I ran towards the main door but the smoke was unbearable and I began to feel nauseous and couldn't breathe.

"Eric! Where are you?" I tried to dry my tears with the back of my hand to see better, but they kept falling down my cheeks. "Eric! Please, please, Eric, come with me." Twenty minutes later and without answers I had to leave when I heard sirens of police and firefighters. I wanted to stay there and look for him but if someone saw me I'd have problems. The police would ask me questions I couldn't answer and I wasn't willing to betray Eric even if he was…dead.

I walked away enough to see firefighters working tirelessly to extinguish the fire before it spread into the woods while the police waited to come into the house, tracking around in search of any survivors or clues.

I was the only survivor and I hoped the police never found out.

I drove to home and walked into in silence and without turning the lights on. I was devastated and couldn't stop thinking everything would have ended the way it did. Was it the end for us? If Eric had died at least I needed some evidence of it because I refused to believe he was. I didn't want to accept that end, I couldn't and I wouldn't. If it was necessary I'd return to that house to look for him but I wasn't going to give up.

Two weeks later, I was resigned that everything was over. I hadn't heard from Eric since that fateful night and I even tried to pretend in front of everyone, the nights were the worst; I couldn't sleep and every time I tried it and closed my eyes I could see images of what had happened and especially Eric's face as he told me that he loved me and I needed to leave. I even kept the gun he gave me rather than get rid of it. I had nothing more from him except a few photos so I decided to keep it to remind him.

One morning when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast my Gran decided she had had enough when she put down on the table in front of me a cup of hot coffee. "Sookie, that's enough, I want to know what is going on because I'm very worried about you."

"Nothing, I'm just…"

"No, you're not okay, Sookie." If my Gran was characterized by something was for showed herself firmly when she wanted to know the truth. "It's been two weeks and you look like someone else, as if something terrible had happened but you don't want to talk to me and I don't understand why." She sat beside me and placed a lock of my hair behind my ear. "Honey," she sighed heavily and continued talking. "You can tell me anything, but it seems that you don't trust me now and that's weird to me." What should I do? I could invent a problem at work or that I was just tired but I knew my Gran wouldn't believe it and frankly I didn't like the idea of lying to her. "Sookie, I want the truth."

I took a long sip of coffee and sighed without knowing exactly where to start with my sad story.

"There's a man, his name is Eric Northman and he's a professional killer." I was waiting for her to be surprised but she just sat there listening. "He came to Shreveport for holidays but his boss, I can't remember his name, ordered him a work; he had to kill Jason for his gambling debts but he didn't because he loved me and instead he killed Bill Compton and two more people, professional killers too, to avoid problems. I loved him and I don't know now if he's dead or alive but I can't stop thinking about him and we could have lived together." I was sobbing when I finished telling her everything and the only thing my Gran did was hugged me. "I'm sorry, Sookie, I trusted Bill and I didn't have to."

"No…" I wiped my tears and looked into her eyes. "It's not your fault, you couldn't know, Gran. Bill acted very well and no one could suspect from him but things…it's over now." It was over. Alcide, Lorena and Bill were dead, my Gran hadn't been kidnapped and Jason was still alive, but for how long? No idea, but for the first time in years I cared only for me and the pain I had inside. "Still, honey, I know you are suffering and you shouldn't be. Sookie, do you love him?"

"Yeah…" I replied with just a whisper. "It was the first time I felt truly loved and it was amazing. We fell in love with each other in a matter of days and now…I don't even know if he's still alive." I burst in tears while my Gran was comforting me with her hand on my back but then the doorbell rang insistently.

"I'll go, dear, you finish breakfast." I nodded weakly as I wiped the tears from my face and took another sip of coffee. My Gran usually told me tea was healthier than coffee but that morning she simply handed me the cup and smiled sweetly at me. I hadn't seen Jason since he brought Gran back home and he didn't even suspected someone had been really close to kill him for his problem. My brother was too selfish to care about anyone else but himself and when he asked me what was happening I was so sad to tell him.

"Sookie!" My Gran called me and I walked slowly into the living room. "Honey, someone has sent you a letter but…no sender. Only your name." My heart jumped when I saw my name written; it was Eric's letter. "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Sookie, you're crying."

"Oh." I wiped my tears with the back of my hand again and held the letter strongly in my other hand. I knew it was from Eric and that made me feel even more nervous.

"Won't you open it?"

"Yes, but…sorry, Gran, but I'd rather do it in private."

My Gran stroked my cheek and smiled sweetly. "Sure, honey, I'll pick up the kitchen."

I opened the letter and began reading it while I was trying not to burst in tears again.

Sookie,

I am sorry that I have to talk to you this way but it's very risky for me over the phone. I don't know who might be listening or watching us but I needed to talk to you and tell you that everything went well; well, more or less. Alcide, Lorena and Bill are dead, I killed them all and it was me who shot against the gas tank. It was the only way to erase any evidence that could incriminate me in what had happened and I needed everyone thought it was a simple robbery.

Sorry, I'm sorry for not being in contact with you during this time and I know it must have been horrible for you but please know that I'm going to keep my promise to return to Bon Temps to be with you and leave my life behind for you. I want to be a good man, doing things right for the first time and be with you forever. During these two weeks I haven't stopped thinking about you, Sookie, and it's driving me insane without being able to see you again but before getting back to you I have to take care of something else. Meanwhile I need a favour. With this letter I am sending you a number, it's a code. You'll need it to access a safe box in a bank in New York. I want you to go there and empty the contents of the box and return to Bon Temps and keep everything in your house until I come back. Don't worry, nobody knows what's in that box but it's important for me that you have it. Trust me, I'll see you really soon.

A trustworthy person will go with you to New York.

I love you, Sookie.

Eric.

Suddenly my heart was beating as it never did before. Eric was alive and would back with me. I didn't know when but he'd do, I knew he would and I needed to help him. It must be something important if he was willing to trust someone else to go with me to New York.

"Sookie, you okay?" I had a huge smile on my face when I looked into my Gran's eyes. "I'm better than ever. Eric is alive and I need to go to New York."

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