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In an instant Eric was standing in front of Godric, staring as if he couldn't believe he was there. Godric let go of my hand and touch Eric's shoulder. He said something low and in the Slavic tongue I could not recognize. They had a small conversation before it seemed like anyone noticed me. I took this time to bite the side of my cheek and simply stare ahead of me; I was numb to the world. No feelings, no emotion, not anything could bring me out of this comatose state. Out the corner of my eye I saw him coming close, too close. To my face bending down to what give me a kiss? He touched my hair and then tenderly touched the gash along my chin. I backed away, out of the doorway, and into the hallway away from Eric and Godric.

"Don't you ever, ever touch me again." I said in monotone voice, pointing dead at him. "You have what you came for, I assume you will be going back to Louisiana soon."

"Thank you for saving Godric." He said his eyes never leaving mine. "I… I am completely grateful for you saving my maker. I was informed he was going to go through with it." Eric said glancing at her.

Ah his maker… I thought to myself. That's why he has been fiercely loyal and dedicated to him. I pushed the notion out of my head. It didn't matter. Instead I did something I don't think anyone was expecting. I let out a laugh, a crippling, heart wrenching, throaty but genuine laugh. Maybe it was the irony of the situation, or maybe it was my exhaustion finally catching up with me. I wasn't quite sure which it was, but this situation was just funny. All three looked at me strangely, waiting to be let in on the joke apparently all of them missed.

Starting to catch my breath I responded, "So let me get this straight," I said with a chuckle in between breaths. "You were so worried that you just magically ended up in the situation we just saw?" I said laughing again. A low growl came from Eric then his fangs popped out. She let out a shocked gasp.

"The way I see it," I started again. "this can go one of two ways. Either you could care less what happened to your maker…"

As quick as I could get out the word maker I was back in Eric's room up against the wall 4 feet in the air being dangled by my neck.

"Do not speak of things you do not understand." Eric said low and fiercely.

I gasped for breath but then kept going. "Or…" I said gasping for breath, "You care about her so much that you… didn't care if I saw." I was in a bad situation and I should have kept my mouth shut, but I didn't care. I wanted him to understand how I felt.

It was his turn to laugh, but it definitely wasn't the same laugh as mine. His was sarcastic with a very, very dark underlying meaning. "Do not speak of things I do not understand." He said with a smirk squeezing a little tighter on my neck, restricting my air intake even more.

"Enough Eric!" Godric yelled with authority.

I dropped like a fly to the ground gasping for air, and holding my neck, landing like a big sack of potatoes. I smacked my chin again and reopened the gash that had recently closed. Sookie ran over to me asking if I was okay. She touched my face and I slapped her hand away from me. She jumped back and scoffed.

"Well I was only trying to help you. There is no need to get nasty with me!" She said with her hands on her hips.

"I have no respect for people who lie, cheat and take advantage of people who are grieving." I said standing up with the help of the wall.

She giggled sarcastically. "If anything Eric took advantage of my condolences!"

Godric pulled Sookie out of the room and slammed the door shut, which only left Eric and I alone. He stepped forward and I closed my eyes and winced. I didn't want to be here with him. To say that I was scared out of my mind would be the understatement of the year. He shuffled around the room and then I heard the bed squeak. I looked up and Eric was gulping down a True Blood. At first we just stared at each other. Nervously I began fidgeting again. I didn't know what to say, where to begin, or if I should have just left. Suddenly he began to speak.

"Godric is my maker, and you will never understand my loyalty and feelings toward him. It is something greater than anything you can ever imagine." He said looking at his True Blood bottle. He then looked me dead in the eyes. "Don't you ever mistaken yourself and provoke me about Godric again. Next time you will not be as lucky."

I felt his intensity, and the truthfulness of his last sentence. It ripped through me and suddenly I realized I had been. Anger radiated from both of our bodies. However, the awkward silence seemed to only eat away at me. I felt the bruise slowly forming around my neck. No school or work for at least a week. My skin was so fair that no amount of makeup would cover it up. I guess that is the only good thing that came out of my grandmother's death. No work for a while. As if on cue Eric responded…

"I assume you came because something happened with your grandmother." I just stared blankly back at him. "That is the reason why you looked upset when you came to my door is it not? I had seem you an hour earlier so I doubt it was because you missed my charming demeanor." Did he just try making a funny?

Any other time I would have laughed, but the mention of my grandmother had changed my mood completely. I was no longer numb, or angry. All these emotions had run through my body earlier but I was not even thinking about her. I had put him before me, and grieving for my grandmother ever since I had gotten here.

"After you left… the hospital called… she… she…." I couldn't get it out. I started fidgeting again that was the only thing stopping me from crying. Looked down at my fingernails. I was beginning to feel lightheaded. I didn't want to talk about my grandmother anymore. I was tired of being upset, and crying. "Eric… you care about her, don't you?" There was a silence between us that told me he did. "I knew it from the way you looked at her the night I met you." I giggled. "I knew you cared about her. But then I saw you look at me the same way last night. Were you beginning to care about me to?" I asked out of sheer curiosity. I knew I had developed some feelings for him. Even after what I saw tonight, and been through tonight, I knew I still cared about him. "You don't scare me, you know." Great I was rambling now.

I saw him smile, the same genuine beautiful smile from earlier in the night. "I thought I cared about her once, but other factors put me in the situation I was in. You… you my dear Emelie are a curiosity to me." He paused, "I can not figure you out."

"I'll take that as a yes…" I said.

My knees buckled and I started falling. He caught me before I hit the floor, but the blackness had already taken over.

ERIC'S P.O.V.

I caught her before she hit the ground. It was easy to see she was extremely exhausted. I laid her on the bed and put her under the covers. After taking my pants and shirt off I went to the bathroom to wash my face. I was also exhausted. Even for a Vampire the last few days had been an emotional rollercoaster. Something I absolutely hated. After drying my face I got under the covers next to her, and held her close.

"Sleep, my angel." I said putting my face in her hair. "I promise I will never hurt you again."

With that I also let sleep take over me. The silence was Golden.

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