Just as I got to my room I heard a door close. I figured that would just be Eric leaving to go back to the hotel. I started walking down to the basement to get my grandmothers huge suitcase from when she moved to Texas. I had almost reached the bottom step when I felt an overwhelming amount of pain searing through my body. I collapsed on the steps in a big heap trying to regain any strength that I had. I could only feel pain. I couldn't control any of my muscles as they tightened due to the excruciating pain I was in. 5 minutes later the pain had started to subside and I could think again. What the hell was that? There wasn't anything physically wrong with me. Maybe something was wrong with Eric. Then I remembered he hadn't told me what happens when a blood bond is made.

I walked up the stairs slowly, making sure I wasn't going to fall down again in more pain. I got to the main floor and went to the kitchen still wondering what could have possibly happened. Just as I got to the kitchen the memories of my vision came back... how could I have forgotten to tell him about my vision? I mentally scolded myself as I ran to the dining room towards my grandmother's china cabinet, and grabbed my double barrel shotgun. Even though I hadn't been raised in the south I was a southern girl at the heart and I knew my way around guns quite a bit. I loaded the gun and put some extra bullets in my pockets just in case, and then I ran out the front door.

I knew exactly where Eric would be. Making a quick right and headed towards the trees that surrounded my house I held my gun up. I felt bad for anyone who was going to try and sneak up on me. To say I was in a trigger-happy mood not an exaggeration at all. I didn't want to take any chances. After walking past my drive way and a darkened area of my property I saw Eric lying on the floor covered in silver. I did smell him before I saw him, and just like in my dream it was a sickening burning flesh kind of smell. I looked around quickly making sure no one was around.

"They left." Eric said weakly. "They wanted to drain me for the killing of their friends."

I looked at his neck where they had inserted a rather large needle and connected it to a hose where Eric's blood was just dripping out. They weren't even going to sell it. They wanted him to die a slow painful death.

Immediately I grabbed the needle and yanked it out of his neck. He hissed in pain and I apologized. I put the shotgun down and started working on the silver. I had to peel it slowly and carefully off of Eric. His anger and pain was radiating off of him and I could feel myself getting angry because of his anger.

"Calm down. I can't think right with you being angry. It's making me angry." He shot me a dirty look. I couldn't blame him. If I was in his situation and someone told me to calm down it would probably just make me angrier. But I had to figure out how to unwrap the silver netting and the silver chains off of him, and his anger was beginning to consume me.

Then a calm came over me… At least he was trying to calm down... I worked a lot faster that way. As soon as the last chain was off he sat up. He looked so pale.

"How did you know where I was?" He asked regaining some composure over himself. There was a lot of blood on the ground. Id assumed the draining had taken a lot of his energy away. I instantly felt guilty.

"Well, It's partially my fault. I never told you about my vision. I had seen you out here getting drained. I'm so sorry." I hadn't realized but I was crying.

He slowly got up "Stop crying." He said in a frustrated way. "Come on, pack your stuff your going back to the Hotel with me."

Eric waited in the living room while I packed. I tried to pack as quickly as possible but I wanted to make sure I had a good percentage of my clothes since I wasn't sure when I was coming back. I also took 1 more considerably smaller suitcase for some heels and sneakers. By the time I was done I had realized id taken 45 minutes. He was just going to have to deal with it. It was about 2:00 am now. He didn't speak to me the whole way to the Hotel. Of course he decided he had to drive, and he didn't follow the speed limit at all. We got to the hotel in about 15 minutes, when the ride is supposed to take at least 25. I wasn't sure how mad Eric was but I really didn't want to find out either.

Once we got to his room I set my stuff down and collapsed on the bed. Eric hadn't helped me move 1 bit of my stuff.

"Where am I going to sleep?" I asked him as nicely as I could muster up, considering his ungentlemanly like behavior.

"I'm not paying for another room for you. We will both sleep here." He said dialing a number on his phone. He still looked super pale. Once he was on the phone I realized he was calling room service. He was calling for 3 bottles of True Blood to be brought up for him. He looked at me asking pretty much if I wanted anything.

Any other time I would have been starving. Sookie and I really hadn't eaten anything all day besides lunch, but thinking of food just made me nauseous. I kept seeing Eric in a pool of his own blood. I shook my head and he went back to talking on the phone.

I wanted to talk to him about the bedroom situation but I could see that was not going to be up for discussion. As mad as I wanted to be, he did have a point. We had spent the night together under much worse circumstances. Which reminded me we had to talk about that. As soon as I regained some type of composure, I grabbed some nightclothes and went to take a nice long bath. I think I deserved it after a night like tonight. The bathtub was huge! It was more like a Jacuzzi than any bath that I've ever seen and I had no complaints when I got in, besides me hearing Eric on the phone for a few minutes.

I stayed in the tub until I was nice and shriveled up like a prune. After that I threw on some Tinkerbelle sleeping pants and a tank top, with a bra and jumped into bed. Fortunately for me Eric wasn't in the bed yet, but just as I started falling asleep the gorgeous blond barged into the room. I rolled over to the direction he was standing and watched as he undressed. He looked a lot better. I assumed he drank his True Blood, or maybe he got someone to help him with that problem. I wrinkled my nose at the thought. He turned off the light and then he slid into bed. I rolled back over away from him, and tried to go to sleep. I couldn't help but be nervous. This was actually slightly awkward. Last time we slept in the same bed I was pretty much unconscious and I had woken up to him pretty much cuddling with me. Butterflies continued to fly around my tummy.

He let out a soft sigh and put his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. His chest was cool but calming. I pulled the comforter over me and got comfortable.

"It is nice having a humans warmth to fall asleep to sometimes." As he said that a smile crept upon my face. He gave a slight pause then continued. "Next time you better tell me when you have a vision and what it is about right away." He demanded.

"Fine Eric." I said and rolled my eyes. "Goodnight."