Authors Note:
A couple of things. Would you all like me to keep the chapters about the same length they are now, and update every other day or so, or would you like me to make them a bit longer and not update as much? Second thing get ready cause things are about to get a little twisted. :)
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There I stood speechless in front of hundreds of diamond rings. He's telling me to pick one? "Eric, this amazing to say the least but I'm not sure if I should be the one picking it out."
Confused he raised his right eyebrow. "But I thought that women love to shop."
I chuckled allowing my forehead to fall into his chest. "Yes we do. But this kind of thing is supposed to be a surprise. You know, you pick it out and surprise me with it."
"So you'd like me to pick it out and give it to you?"
"That's typically how it works, my dear." I smiled up at him wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Alright my love." he responded wrapping his arms around my back.
There in each other's arms we stood as the world seemed to dissolve and disappear around us. There's something amazing about finding your true love. And for the first time in my life I know how that feels. After standing there for a few minutes I heard Eric sigh, he was quite content. Raising my head from his chest I looked up at his perfectly structured face. Looking down at me, he smiled. He leaned in and placed his lips to mine. Closing my eyes I heard his thoughts racing about. And if I didn't know any better I could have sworn that his heart was beating in rhythm with mine. This was crazy. Breaking our embrace finally, we headed towards the door. It was around eleven or so by this time. The night was still young. I felt my phone vibrate on my left boob. I often placed my phone in my bra when I had no pockets. Retrieving the phone from my bra, the call was from Sookie Stackhouse. Really she knew how to ruin and evening. Contemplated for a moment before deciding to answer.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Elle, it's me Sookie. I just wanted to call and apologize for the other day. My emotions were a little out of whack. I just fear for your safety when you're with Eric."
"Look Sook it's awful nice of you to apologize and all but you don't have to worry about me being with Eric." I said with a hint of irritation in my voice.
She sighed sounding a bit relieved. "So wait you and Eric aren't together anymore?"
I let out a light laugh. "Sookie, just stay out my business." I hung the phone up and was about to toss it into the street.
Eric's hand reached up and caught it as I released it in the air. "You might need this." He laughing stated trying to hand it back to me.
"I don't want it anymore!" Just then the phone began vibrating in his hand it was Sookie again. She was pissed because I hung up on her.
"I'll just hold on to it for now." Staring at Sookie's name on the caller id, he placed the phone in his suit pocket.
We began walking again. Even further from the hotel. Mindless chatter about random things in our lives made the walk seem to be only seconds rather than about twenty minutes. Eric made an abrupt stop in front of an erie old graveyard. The sign arched above the gates was something scrolled in french, loosely translated it said lost but not forgotten. Closing my eyes this place flashed in my mind as if I had been here before.
"This is where you… I mean she is buried. Well Josephine's body is buried here. Her soul lies here." Placing his hand over my heart, which was beating more intensely.
He pushed the gates open and stood aside allowing enough space for me to slide in. He clasped my hand and we both began walking down the tiny walkway. We passed several large statues that acted as head stones before we ended our walk at a row of tombs placed at the back of the cemetery. There were about ten in a row. We started walking towards one that was about fourth in from where we stood. The name above the door to the tomb was "Monroe" my family name, this was my family tomb in London. I swallowed a large lump in my throat and followed Eric quickly inside the tomb. The tomb was lined three crypts across and three down on each side of the walk way. There third from the top, second row in on the right side was Josephine's crypt. There was a tiny oval with her portrait just above her name. Shivers raced up and down my spine. The tiny hairs on my neck stood on end. Eric dropped to his knees, hand over her picture.
"Jag beklagar, min kärlek." He cried in swedish. I felt my heart breaking. He looked up and there rolling down both sides of his cheeks where trails of bloody tears.
I knelt down next to him. "It's okay." I assured him placing my hand on his cheek.
He turned to me and gripped me pulling me into him. "Det bör inte ha gått så här. Jag beklagar. För all."
Tears began welling up in my eyes. "Eric, it wasn't your fault."
For the first time in his life Eric was showing more emotion than ever before. After all Josephine was the last human Eric had ever loved before I came traipsing into his life. I stayed there curled up in his arms for fear if I moved it would have only made things worse. Eric had a few issues of his own to work out, who was I to stop him? Time seemed to melt away while we were there in the tomb. When Eric finally rose to his feet it was around one. Crusted blood trails led from the corners of his eyes down his cheeks. Using my right hand I reached up and picked the dried blood off of his face. His sharp blue eyes cut through to my core with the sadness that they bared. Pushing a half hearted smile to surface on my face I reached up and kissed him.
"Du mine…" I took a deep breath. "Alltid." I whispered.
A smile graced his statuesque face. "Come, you've been put through enough for one night." Picking himself up off of the ground, he scooped me up and carried me out of the tomb.
The walk back to the hotel wasn't nearly as long as I thought it would have been. But then again I was being carried the whole way. I found myself several times being caught up in Eric's eyes. My right hand acted as consoler as I brushed his hair back and forth. Once I was snapped back to reality after getting lost in his devilish good looks, I realized that we were already in our hotel room. Godric was watching t.v. in his room with the door cracked.
"Welcome back my children." He called from his room.
We smiled at each other while Eric, who was still holding me in his arms, started walking towards our room.
"Goodnight my loves." Godric whispered under his breath with a smile to end all smiles on his face.
Eric kicked the door shut behind us. He carried me over to the bed and placed me gently on it.
Propped up on my elbows I asked in a hushed voice "Is this the night?"
He shook his head no, knowing I was asking if this would be the night that I would be turned. He slowly began undress me. Teasingly he started with my shoes. He peeled my right heel off first and started kissing up my leg, he laid my leg back on the bed. Switching to my left side he did the same. Dropping my heels on the floor behind him he worked his fingers up to the top band of my leggings. Giving them a slight tug he pulled them clear off of my body. The thought that he was trying to be careful as not to rip anymore of my clothes crossed my mind and I laughed. He slid his hand up, grazing my skin with his cold fingers, and under my shirt pushing it up towards the top of my head. Slipping my shirt off he tossed it across the room without looking. He slipped his right hand under my back and unfastened my bra. He gave me the most devilish grin I had ever seen. I just shook my head.
Lowering his head next to mine. "Underwear are fair game." He stated as he twisted his fingers up and under the side of my panties and ripped them off.
"Really?" I asked laughingly.
He answered matter-of-factly. "Yes."
I just laughed. This part of the evening was amazing to say the least. While we were in the middle of our escapades I heard Godric slip out of the room. Just before dawn I heard him slip back in. I laid there curled up under Eric's arms pressed against his chest naked. This was becoming routine for us. Though I didn't mind at all, I felt safer in his arms then I did anywhere else. I drifted off into the dream world somewhere around 5 a.m. It didn't take long for my mind to start wondering and taking me on a roller coaster ride. The dream I was having this particular night was that of a motherly nature. It was night. I found myself and Eric in a park sitting on a bench with a stroller sitting in front of us. Moving closer to the stroller reveled a beautiful porcelain little girl with blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. The sweet family portrait setting was quickly disrupted when Eric and I were attacked. While fending up our attackers, who were cloaked in black shrouds, the baby was taken by a third person. As that person raised their hand to stab the baby in the heart my eyes flew open. I was covered in sweat. I slid out from under Eric's arm and threw on a t-shirt and pair of panties and headed for Godric's room. Once I reached his room I found him waiting for me to climb in the bed. I climbed in right next to him.
"Care to tell me about, my little one?" He asked about the dream that had awoken me.
Sighing and taking a deep breath I began to explain it to him. He looked just as confused as I was. He just soothed me and hushed me till I fell back a sleep. Was this dream a sign of things to come? Was it just a nightmare? Was there another reason for this dream? Though was sound asleep in Godric's arms these questions plagued my mind. The following night came pretty quickly. Eric was up looking for me before I had a chance to wake up. Though I was still more than half asleep I heard part of Eric's thoughts.
Why is it that she always runs to Godric in the middle of the night?
Godric was laying on the bed next to me with one arm under me. I heard his thoughts as well.
My child, he's jealous. We know there's no reason to be, but that will never change with him.
I sat up off of the bed giving Eric a smile. He stood in the doorway of Godric's room propped up against the door frame. He was wearing just a pair of track pants.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
"Sure." I replied picking myself up and off of the bed.
He held his hand out for me to take. I placed my hand in his and followed him to our room. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I sat next to him.
Turning to face him on the bed, I asked. "What's wrong?"
He looked rather concerned. "Why is it that when something is wrong you run to Godric? Can't I help you?"
"Eric…" I paused as my head dropped. "It's not… it's not that you can't help me. It's just that Godric has been there with me through some rough times. Plus I don't want to bother you with all the bullshit that hits me."
He cocked himself sideways to face me. "I have never felt this way about anyone, besides Josephine and even still what we have is stronger than what she and I had. I want you to need me."
I took his hand. "Don't get me wrong. I do need you. I love you. I just don't want you to be bogged down with all of my troubles. I'm afraid if I do, that will push you away." I paused. "And I don't want that."
Raising his hand and placing it on my cheek. "You don't need to worry about running me off. I'm not going anywhere." He leaned forward. "I love you, too." He kissed me.
"With all that said and out of the way, what shall be our adventure tonight?" I questioned pursing my lips together.
He just grinned.
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Translations:
"Jag beklagar, min kärlek." - "I'm sorry, my love."
"Det bör inte ha gått så här. Jag beklagar. För all." - "It shouldn't have happened like this. I'm sorry. For everything."
"Du mine…" - "You're mine…"
"Alltid" - "Forever."