We left Dallas and headed back to Louisiana, and the whole trip back with Eric on the plane, I was silent. We shared once more, and he held me the entire way.

I was just... destroyed.

When we got back home, Eric stepped aside and let me go to bed at something like ten at night. I just... didn't want to try and think. It never occurred to me that Eric was hurt too, but that was me... how I mourned.

But I never expected something else to pop up in my dreams...

"Why do you cry over me?"

I just lay on the bed next to my maker, letting him hold me, brushing the hair from my eyes. At his words, I sighed, then shook my head. "I love you too much."

He chuckled at that, then leaned forwards and said softly into my ear. "I'm not gone just yet my child."

"But-?"

"Maybe you should speak to Miss Stackhouse?" He told me, and I chuckled. "This is all a dream. You gave me your blood the other day."

"Yes, but you think this kind of connection would be possible if I was dead."

"...no."

"Exactly my dear, now..." he kissed my cheek, smiling. "I have work to do. Tell Eric if you must. I don't wish to be a cause of you both being unhappy."

I was silent, then asked quietly. "Are you really alive?"

"I am." He smiled, then leaned forwards and kissed me softly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes... but then I heard a low chuckle that made me open them.

I was facing ice colored eyes, then sighed. "Hey Eric."

He cocked his head a little, then asked. "Are you ok now?"

A smile escaped me, and I nodded. "I think I am."

Eric frowned, not getting me at all. Then again, would he believe me if I told him that Godric was alive? But then again... he said he had work to do? What kind of work?

Strange.

I just wrapped my arms around him, closing my eyes once more, saying quietly. "It'll all be ok." Eric was confused, but hugged me back all the same.

We had to move on. That was how you survived.

-WEIGHTOFTHEWORLD-

Later that night, I sat on Erics chair on the phone, talking to Isabel. She was hurt by Godrics 'death,' but my maker never told me to tell her that he was alive, so I just comforted her instead. The house was an utter ruin, and we were all organizing for it to be repaired as soon as possible.

The joy of living for a thousand years was that you got rich. I didn't know how much money I had, but I didn't really care. Some of it was wired over to her, and the Dallas vamps were thankful.

Eric certainly noticed my peppiness, for I was more busier than usual, sorting out the paperwork and thinking- I'd forgotten about that Siren lead here in Shreveport, but Godric was more important than my own safety. Urgh, I was going way too soft. I needed to kill a few humans or knock Comptons ugly mug off. The last seemed tempting.

"You're in a good mood." He asked a day later as we sat on the sofa in he office, and he was sorting through some boring business crap again no doubt. Pam had forgotten to file away a few things, and it was up to him to sort them out. Great (!)

I just nabbed the papers and tossed them aside, making him scowl. "What the hell Frey?" I ignored his words and just climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily for a moment.

He soon forgot about the papers as he kissed me back, pausing for a second, then kissed me hungrily back, pushing me down onto the fabric, our lips locked.

It wasn't long until we were both naked on the sofa once more, hands roving over each other again. It had been a while since we'd had chance to truly do this, and I was thankful of a little break. Well, my fiance did have his fangs in me again. He always did like my Siren blood if I wasn't touching water.

But now I heard voices, and one of them was angry. The footsteps were coming closer and the door was bashed open. I rolled my eyes, then looked up at the door, but even upsidedown I could see that the person wasn't Pam, but Sookie-kins. I just pouted, going, not making an attempt to hide what we were doing.

"Didn't mommy ever teach you to knock first? What if we were, ah, busy?"

She just looked away, going. "Eric. A word, Now."

I looked up at him, and he rolled his eyes, getting off me and Sookie went a fraction red and Eric pulled on his jeans, and I pulled my dress on, sitting up and crossing my ankles, going. "You can say it in front of me."

Sookie looked like she didn't want to, but all the same, she said. "What have you done with Bill?"

Eric raised an eyebrow, and even I was confused- he hadn't done anything, and I knew that for sure, as I'd been with him ever since we'd gotten back.

"Well, unless he was making telepathic phonecalls, not us love. We've been busy." I told her, and she scoffed. "You're both as bad as each other."

"Why thank you." I just smirked, then said mentally. You can see what I'm thinking. Now... I'm not lying. If we wanted to abduct your Billy, I would have hacked his head off and mailed it you. So... am I lying?

I could tell from her heartbeat that she knew I was telling the truth, and Eric sighed. "I'm the Sheriff, I'll be in charge of finding him."

To be honest, I wanted to glare at her, and she could tell, because after thanking Eric, she said to me, eyes slightly narrowed. "Didn't you know that Eric here tricked me into drinking his blood the other day?" She left and I couldn't move, thinking-

What the hell-?

I turned to him now and truly glared. "What the hell is she talking about."

He rolled his eyes, then shrugged. "It meant nothing. Just-"

"Messing around?" I snarled, folding my arms and he sighed. "Look-"

"Do you like... have feelings for her or something-?"

"No! Of course I don't... just, I mean... I was messing around with Comptons head. You know how he'd react to something like that."

"It doesn't change the fact she's been doing god knows what with you in her dreams... do you get a kick out of knowing what she feels, huh?" I realized now I had tears in my eyes. Godric had taught me not to share my blood except the one I loved. That it was sacred... I knew Eric pretty didn't much mind at all about that, but still-

How could he do this to me?

"Frey-" he started, but I just yanked my shoes on, patting my hair down and adjusted my dress, walking out and leaving him stood there.

The past repeating...

-WEIGHTOFTHEWORLD-

I don't think anyone noticed as I sat outside the bar in the bright daylight, my eyes closed, letting the sun warm my face. It was peaceful. So very.

Eric was fast asleep inside and under the bar, and I heard him turn over in his sleep. I knew he didn't mean to offend me, but it still hurt. He was mine, and mine alone. God help Sookie-kins if she tried to kiss him... I'd rip her friking head of.

Beware a Viking vampire bitch scorned.

I went back inside now and almost straight away, I heard a scream that made me jump.

"Hell you made me jump-!" The woman just said, Ginger I recognized. But then she frowned and pointed at me. "How-? You were outside-? You're a vampire-!" She seemed to be panicking, so I just flashed forwards and made her forget she'd seen me. I didn't exactly want everyone to know that I was wandering the day and night. No wonder I didn't sleep much these days.

I spent a little bit of my day rearranging the bar, cleaning up, thinking- I'd forgive him. Of course I would; I loved him too much to just let him go over something like this.

But still... urgh. The cheek of the bastard to let that cow drink his blood.

I sneaked into the spare room at midday, curling up under its covers and closed my eyes-

Tomorrow would be a long, long night.

When I woke up at seven, I found that I wasn't alone. Arms were around me, and way too long legs touching mine. I turned over to face tousled blonde hair and closed eyes. For a few minuets I stared, then sighed internally, pulling out of his grip and went into the bar where I helped myself to a drink.

It wasn't too long until Sasquatch was up too, walking into the bar looking like a mess with his hair untouched and in knee length black shorts.

But he just said-

"Get done up. Sophie-ann and the Magister are coming."

"What the fuck-?"

He didn't say anything else, and just left. I sighed heavily, then wondered something- was this about the whole V sales in this area? I wanted to know nothing about it, and I did have my suspicions Eric was involved. But I'd never drop him in it.

So that was why I told him I was going out instead.

The last thing I needed was Sophie want to do my hair up again...

-WEIGHTOFTHEWORLD-

But even running off didn't stop her.

"Yoohoo? Is that-? Oh! It is! Freya!"

I felt more than a little glum as I turned and found myself face-to-face with her, and I had no choice but to smile, then chuckle. "Sophie, it's been a while."

A hug later, and she just said. "I've just been talking to your Northman. Are you aware of the situation?"

"Nope, and if it's the vamp blood, I don't want to know."

"Wise." She sighed, then walked forwards with me to an open clothes shop, nabbing a dark blue dress with sparkles, turning to me and said. "That would look lovely on you."

"Thanks." I smiled, taking it- she did have good taste in fashion, I had to admit that.

A little while later, I got a call from Pam telling me to get back, that Eric wanted he here now and Sophie pouted. "But we were having so much fun..."

"I know, but I have to go."

She reluctantly let me leave, and I breathed a sigh of relief, heading back to the bar.

Eric was waiting for me, and he had that business look upon his face.

"What's up?" I asked him, and he pulled out something in his pocket, a little drawing of a runic symbol I didn't recognize. And I knew how to read them from my childhood. We both could.

"You remember that story I told you about when I left Godric in the 40s?" He asked me, and after a second, I nodded. Operation Werewolf. With Godric.

"Well... a werewolf with this brand-"

"What the hell is going on around here? Werewolves?" I butted in, and he nodded, knowing full well I'd never met one before. But they intrigued me, they really did.

"Look- Sookie risked her life to help us save Godric. We do owe her."

"More Sookie? Why don't you just fuck her and be done!" I walked away, wondering why I was overreacting so very much. I guess I'd never really had any competition in my eyes over him before.

Huh. I was getting jealous?

What the fuck was next...

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