I just want to say how humbled and appreciative I am by all those who have viewed my story and enjoyed reading. Here is chapter 4 hope all enjoy. Love ya.
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Roaming the woods for a full hour, he didn't go far. Fifteen minutes ago he felt wariness kick through his veins and watched through the window Sookie falling asleep. So fragile and innocent she appeared to be.
But he knew. Underneath all the layers of her intoxicating flesh that she was something else.
No doubt of her inner strength but what of her outer side. Since she wasn't entirely human he wondered if it was possible of her transforming into. . .something more. Her actions earlier of goading him into her way surely had him questioning. Pushing away from the glass pane, Eric shot through the woods.
Instead of victory, he felt only agitation clawing at him. Sookie had finally agreed to be his-only for a certain period of time. He found it rather displeasing rather than satisfactory. Not only of the matter of her calling the shots, but. . Calling off their union. A strange tremor ran through his body. Mere annoyance when she was attached to Compton. A year of her absence was infuriating.
And now the thought of having her. . .Eric scowled. Sookie could delude herself of thinking he would bide to her wishes, but he had all intentions of keeping her by his side in the aftermath. Before he could roam any further into the woods, his cell phone went off.
"What?." He asked in his usual annoyed tone with a bit of steelness. "Sorry to rain on your parade but you've been summoned by the king." Pam sneered on the other end. Irritation refueled his anger. "Any specific reason why he didn't contact me?."
"He assumed you to be here. With you being the bar owner and all." Pam's tone was filled with her usual boredom but Eric could indicate a bit of jealousy. He certainly had no time nor did he want to deal with his child's insecurities. After bidding goodbye to Pam, Eric grudgingly found he had to go to his kings home.
Striding languidly into the fancy mansion designed home, Eric reflected of the past year. How Bill claimed to have mourned and profess his undying love for Sookie, but yet the young veteran vampire seemed more occupied with building his new property. It seemed more Bill had took to his position quite well.
Considering of how he detested his nature whenever he returned to Bon Temps. A low snarl erupted. That's when he was assigned to seduce a certain telepath.
That was now his. Such a faker Compton was. "Eric." Bill bit out sourly, motioning for his subject to take a seat in the lounging area. Where sheriff's of area one, three and four was at. Eric gave a slight bow to show atleast an ounce of respect before making himself comfortable. As he set his 6.4 frame upon the massive couch, Eric could hardly surpass of the tension escalating in the room.
It was eerily quiet except of the flames crackling from the fireplace. After giving a five minute hard glare at Eric, Bill cleared his throat and faced them all. "With sheriff Petino now gone, I will inform the authority and see to it of replacing his position."
A sudden hiss erupted and area four had leapt to his feet. "So that's it?. Replace and do nothing?. We ought to take matters into our hands and end the witch!." "And end up just as Petino?. A puddle of blood remains?."
Bill snarled coldly into his subjects face. "You expect us just to sit around?. No retaliation whatsoever?." A sudden flash of pure coldness passed bill's blue eyes.
Charging his hand against the vampires throat, Bill hissed through extended fangs, "I expect you to follow protocol. Don't undermine your king!." At the sudden outburst, the vampires seemed to tense in remorse.
Eric only raised a single brow. His action making it more clearer of how his true nature was showing. Regarding his newly king, Eric wondered at such a younger age and questionable impulses if he was placed in rightful position.
He of all the vampires of the vicinity should know how his ex subdinorate could cautiously be. Aware of the inquiring gazes from his subjects Bill released his hold. Straightning his posture and adjusting his suit, Bill spoke in neutral mode, "Now as I was talking of the authority I intend to ask for help as well. Untill then you shall not do anything to stir any uproar." Every vampire inside the room badly wanted to protest. To bare fangs and rip the witchcraft into pieces. But no, they could not.
After ordering to not attack and stay alert at all times, bill allowed for the vampires to go. Just as he was about to rise and join the others, Eric was halted by Bill's commanding tone. "Sheriff Northman I need to have a private word with you." Eric gave an annoyed look towards his king who looked at him as if he puckered bad blood.
Following the veteran vampire into the study, Eric knew the discussion wasn't about vampire entirely. It was bound to be a bit more personal. "You was late." Bill said calmly as he stood behind his desk. Annoyance seeped in. "So?." Bill gave a cold look to the Viking. Who appeared all to casual and unmoved as he usually was. "You will take more repercussions, as of tonight." Feeling agitation rising, Eric asked, "What exactly are you suggesting?."
"That you stay focused. Not get sidetracked or otherwise another likely massacare will occur." Narrowing his eyes at the faux concern, Eric snorted coldly and turned away. "No worries your majesty. I'll do just fine." Dark rage slammed into Bill as he watched the vampire- who in his view- stole the only happiness that existed in his undead life. "I'm serious Eric. I will not have you take things lightly and harass Sookie in the middle of all this." Eric halted. His arm slightly raised to open the study door but Bill's enraged tone stopped him.
He made it sound like he was dragging Sookie along in the witch cross fire. Still facing the door, Eric asked
"What does Sookie have anything to do with this?. That doesn't concern you." With a growl Bill was in front of Eric in an angry flash. "I'm your king. Which makes you my subject and you are my responsibility."
Glaring promising stakes in the near future, Eric said coldly, "But Sookie isn't," Seeing Bill's face falter he continued, "And whatever between us is our business. No one else's, ours. You may be my king but you're certainly not my maker." Bill's head casted low at the grateful attitude Eric represented of declaring his maker.
Giving a cool look Eric turned once again only for Bill to say, "You will be at fangtasia as of tomorrow night. That's an order." Willing his fangs to stay in place, Eric gave a low snarl.
With much effort Eric managed to restrain himself and leave his majesty's home. Though Bill's outtake of the witch's were highly professional his motives to dominate were grating on his lifeless nerves. The more he became accustomed to his kingly position, the more of his true colors shown through. Recalling the words about Sookie it only enraged him further. Bill was certainly not going to drag her into anything that did not concern her.
He had no right whatsoever to interfere ever again. She was now his, and his king was certainly not going to use him to gain anything on or about Sookie. Flying through the woods in his inhuman speed Eric clenched his fists. With Bill's unpredictable motives, Eric suspected that Bill might likely try of controlling him.
Due to his relation to Sookie.
Coming to a halt out of the woods, Eric stood outside of the newly decorated Stackhouse home. With his anger not held securely just yet, he contemplated on whether to go inside and loss of control. Since his turning and adjusting to his undead life, Eric had despised of emotions and took control. He had to grasp onto that and appear carelessly.
It was the only way. So then on he has mastered it quite well. That was untill one certain blonde headed curvaceous fae waltzed into his life. Challenging him to feel emotions he long ago buried and thought were dust. He never wanted to be so adamant to the term love, but when it was being taken away from he couldn't bear it. Such as Godric, then Sookie.
She had wanted nothing to do with him or any of his kind whatsoever and then she left without a trace. As he recalled how she maddened him with the loss of their bond, the anger came almost full force.
Infused by the sudden impulse, Eric found himself inside Sookie's bedroom. Everything was shut off and quiet except the gentle rustling from her curtains. She had left her window up. His eyes shot down on her sleeping form.
How foolish!.
Had his warning not been clear about other vampires sensing she was delectably different?. Was the woman secretly asking for it? Or did she just like playing with fire?. A low rumble ignited through his chest.
He'll give her something to burn herself with. Moving closer till he reached enough to see her breathing, anger and longing filled his unmoving lungs. Once this mess with her missing brother will be resolved the house is hers solely once again.
Denying him again as she eagerly wanted to. Turning slightly, Sookie's golden hair swept towards her pillow, revealing her tan slender neck. Inching closer till his knees touched the mattress, Eric reached out and traced the bitemarks- very ghost like. Gazing at the wound, Eric could feel that familiar sensation of refusal and possessivness. No. He would not be denied, though the agreement was settled of her being his, he knew it wouldn't stop there when she wanted it to be.
Before he'd thought once he tasted her blood and claimed her body that would end his obsession of her.
But no, since the Russell Edginton incident it made Eric realize- her. He wanted everything. Not just her blood but he craved every single inch of her. Inside and out. Bending low Eric feathered a kiss upon Sookie's forehead. Her scent wafted through his nostrils, making his fangs aching. She might call the shots as of right now but he had all intentions of holding the gun for as long as he could.
He would not allow her to flee him.
"Sweet Sookie. My Sookie."
After speaking his endearment to her, he closed her window and bolted it. Giving one last look, he shut her door and headed for the cubby.
A low gasp escaped as she took in at the gliding figure coming towards her. The dusty fog was clearing, showcasing a lithe but firmly set features. She recognized the person immediately. He smiled. A shiver ran down her spine.
"Sookie."
He breathed in that chilled gentlemen manner that made her chest tighten with longing. But oddly. . .at this moment she felt weariness. She couldn't move, he inched closer till she could see highlights of black and red in his brown hair. Bill stood, taking in his blonde ex fairy with a certain fondness then his fangs clicked down.
Sookie couldn't jump or do anything, she was forced to look on in fear. His crystal hues gave an uncomfortable glint to them, then his hand reached out. As soon as his palm touched her skin no hint of any arousal pooled in her belly nor any comfort. Just as she was about to protest, she felt another presence.
Able to move her head, Sookie was staring at a 6.4 muscular built Viking who was looking upon her with anormous intensity. Another chill of horror washed over her, was he also intending to bite her just as Bill was?. Watching as his lips curl into a familiar smirk, Sookie felt anger burn. She wanted to draw back and slam his pretty face till it lost it's smug expression.
"Sookie."
Blinking in bewilderment, she watched in unmoving as Eric's cool large hand cupped her cheek without his fangs sprouting out. "Be with me. I want you so badly." He leaned in capturing her lips with his cold ones. It seemed as though the air increased of fog. Moaning and gasping erupted as Sookie felt herself slipping away-to Eric Northman. She could hear Bill's enraged protests, but he was fading.
On the brink of pure ecstasy, she gripped Eric's muscled arms. "Bite me. Do it." She rasped as she seen his control to not pierce her flesh. Thrusting deep, Eric gave a growl and bit.
Waking up sharply, sookie cursed. Another highly erotic dream of none other than the vampire she despises of craving for. Perhaps she should give in- for a one time fling then maybe she would able to move on more clearly. Then a sudden flashback of that incident inside Eric's office played in her head. Touching her lips softly in remeberance, she feared that if she sleep with Eric it wouldn't be enough.
Something else made her ponder about the dream. Bill also had made an appearance. Not that she hadn't dreamed before of him but ever since Dallas it seemed as though Eric had overpowered her unconscious state.
Remebering of the way how she responded so heatedly towards Eric and seemed almost put off by her ex, confusion settled.
Why had Bill caused discomfort and Eric had stirred heat within her?. Hitting her covers in frustration, Sookie decided it was only just another agitated dream!. Getting out of bed, Sookie checked her phone and was dismayed to find no messages from Jason. Jumping into the tub to shower Sookie concentrated on finding her missing brother.
Hotshot.
She knew nothing of the place but the way Layfayette and Eric had reacted made her weary but yet full of forbidden curiosity. No matter what she was determined to uncover and seek out her brother. Stepping out with her body freshened, Sookie grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her waist. Making that newly limited arrangement with Eric had been invigorating but nerve racking also. It was still quite a disbelief to have him agree to her terms. But thinking more of it, Eric seemed fiercely on getting her.
A smirk curled upon Sookie's lips. Just as he had-would do to her, she had him where she wanted him.
Later on when she arrived at work, Sookie searched the bar for Andy but found no sheriff whatsoever seated in any of the booths. Heading back towards her boss's office, Sookie was relieved to see Sam not inside. She was certainly wanting to avoid any conversation doing with Eric Northman.
After setting her purse inside Sam's drawer, Sookie tied her one pocketed apron across her shorts and went to work. A full hour had already passed and still no arrivals of any cops walking through Merlotte's. Grabbing an order of a chicken basket, Sookie noticed Layfayette would hardly make any eye contact. Whether it had to do with Eric or about Hotshot Sookie didn't know. Perhaps he grew worried of the possibility that she had indeed confronted the vampire about their V arrangement.
If that was the case she would be sure to reassure Layfayette nothing to worry about. Setting the basket upon a table seated for only one, Sookie turned in time to see Andy Bellefleuar march inside. Inching closer till he was face to face with her, Andy started to rant before Sookie could open her own mouth. "Your brother is in some deep shit Stackhouse. I've tried contacting him all morning." As she spoke Sookie studied Andy's features and recognized the maddening expression. "That makes the two of us." Andy scowled coldly. "What do you suppose we to do?." Intrigued by the conversation, the patrons had quieted their eating and listened. Forcing her mental guard up, Sookie held her haughty gaze at Andy and said, "Since your supposed to be a major cop I thought you would know."
Andy's jaw tensed. "Well I would suggest we do what we had done in the last past year. Do a search out!. Fucking Stackhouse's. Ya'll ain't nothing but pathetic." By this time Sam had come in at that time along with Tara. "Hey what's going on here?." Sam asked warily. Andy ignored him and glared daggers at Sookie. Getting a glimpse from his brain, Sookie knew Andy had taken more V before arriving here. He'd been at Hotshot again.
The thought of it enraged her. Jason could well be likely trapped within that area and Andy-being a cop was all concerned of getting more blood. And here he was, ranting on about how a search party should invade- due to her!.
Clenching her fists, Sookie said in a dead calm voice, "How about we search around Hotshot. You've been there haven't ya Andy?." Though her Hershey colored eyes displayed feign innocence, her tone barked without questioning. The veins bulged through Andy's skin. His neck and arms flexing dangerously. "Shut up!. You vampire whore!." Just as he looked as if going to strike, Sam intervened quickly. Getting in his face, Sam said in a cold stern voice, "It's best you leave- now Andy. I will not tolerate you assaulting my workers."
Andy looked as he was about to protest but one glance around the room had him thinking otherwise.
A bit humiliated and ashamed, Andy turned on his heel and left. "I knew Andy was crazy but not domestic. Think what his grandmother would say if she witnessed that!." Tara bit out angrily. Sookie gave no response.
She simply held still to gain control of her raging temper and went back to work.
Stepping away from Tara's protective stance, Sookie went to take an order but really took the excuse to glance at her hands. Opening her palms, feeling the slight tingle, a small clear light radiated. Is this what would happen each time whenever she would be enraged?. Not able to control such overwhelming emotions and start lighting up without warning like a lightning bug?. A millions of unwanted thoughts began crossing her mind, but one stood out the most.
She was part fae. Though mostly human, there would be times inhumane events would occur and there would be nothing she could do about it. Or would she really even want to prevent it?. A shudder went through and Sookie forced herself to calm. Grabbing an order of soup, Sookie tried to reassure herself of this was normal.
She would stick to this no matter what.
As her shift continued, Merlotte's seemed to dissipate to their original routine since the incident from the chief Andy Bellefleuar. But as they stuffed their mouths with fries and burgers, Sookie could catch their stares and glimpses of their thoughts. Before leaving, Tara had made sure if Sookie was okay then told her she would likely visit later. Though Tara didn't say anything Sookie suspected there was something distressing her.
It would be nice and interesting to talk with her. Especially since the past year.
Her shift had came to an end and Sookie was ready to leave till Sam stopped her. "Care to tell me about Jason?." Halting in her footsteps, Sookie's hand stilled on her handle and looked to see her boss leaning against the steps to his trailer. "What is there to tell?. You heard Andy." "Yes. And I'm informing you Sookie, that Hotshot is no carnival." He drew closer. So that he could read her face more clearly. As she stayed silent, with her expression hardset, Sam cursed silently.
"Danmmit Sookie!. That place is to dangerous!." Feeling irritation bubble inside, Sookie said in a calm tone, "Jason's my brother Sam. I can't just sit around and do nothing. How do you know about Hotshot?." Sam exhaled loudly and ran a hand through his hair. "It was one night here last year when two guys came in the bar looking for a girl saying she was ones daughter. I caught their scent and knew where they was from. Sookie that girl was with Jason." A chill ran down her spine.
"What scent exactly?." She asked softly. "Though not known yet, they're called were panthers." Sam watched Sookie's reaction switch to blankness, disbelief then shocked fear. Before shortly disappearing, she remembered Jason talking of a woman he'd been smitten with. But the main thing was that she was trying to grapple of the possibility of were panthers. Given the knowledge about other supernaturals it didn't make Sookie doubt of their existence. "No matter what I'm going to search for him." Sookie said after finally regaining her composure.
Frustration crinkled in Sam's forehead, but his eyes shown that he already knew. "I understand of finding your brother. But how do you manage doing so unprotected?." Sam's voice was rough with concern. Sookie felt her chest swell. Stepping forward, Sookie wrapped her arms around him. Sam didn't return her embrace. Though he worried, he was angry with the prospect that she would most likely be in harms way once again.
He'd just got her back.
He couldn't stand dwelling over her safety as he done so a year ago. He pulled away sharply. Before Sam could retort, Sookie murmured, "I got protection. Don't worry." Sam studied her demure expression and reluctantly said, "Eric." She nodded slowly. Sam said nothing. He only wished her safe before finally taking leave. On her drive home, Sookie contemplated about Sam and his knowledge of Hotshot. Perhaps she should've went to him for help. No. . instead she made another deal-one she will most likely regret-with Eric Northman.
Sookie cursed at herself. It had never crossed her mind to go to anyone else.
She'd been to occupied with fear and determination over Jason. And also being cornered by the Viking.
So really what choice did she really have?. Sookie convinced herself of that. That she had to make a forced arrangement with Eric and not that she didn't actually want to turn to him. Pulling up the driveway, Sookie seen Tara's vehicle already parked beside the house. Dread settled into her stomach. Whatever her friend wanted to discuss it was rather insistent. She had more things to worry about. Like finding Jason. And she fully intended to use Eric for that matter.
Oh. . Fudge. It was already dim in the evening and that meant Eric was fully awake. Had him and Tara already set in a duel?. The thought made her cringe. "Hey Sook. Sam let you off already?." Tara asked smiling. Relief washed over Sookie, making her grin broadly. "I now only work part time. Have you been her long?." Sookie asked as she fetched her purse for the key. Tara answered once they got inside. "Only been here ten minutes."
Heading inside, Sookie stuck by the door and glanced around with awareness. She knew if Eric was here he would've made it known by now. But, she was still cautious. Perhaps since her home was no longer human owned was the reasoning of her being alerted. Tara blinked. "Sook?. You alright?." Shaking her head Sookie nodded. "Yes." Turning on the light, everything was in the norm.
Tara stared in curiosity as her friend inspected the place as if she was some sort of detective. Then it hit her.
"Eric been here?." Sookie found the cubby empty and faced Tara. "Some. But don't worry. It's not your problem Tara." Sookie said gently. Nodding, Tara grinned but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Let's eat something."
An hour later the smell of buttery popcorn wafted through the kitchen into the living room. Giggling and mild chatting echoed as Sookie and Tara sat on the couch. It felt good to get back in touch again. Just as they had done before.
It reassured Sookie that it was normal. Before when her life had take a chaotic turn. But her contentment was still on edge. Eric was gone and the lack of not seeing him. .. Why should it bother her?. She should feel relief and find some way to bolt all her doors with silver!. No. Oddly she was feeling quite the opposite. "Sook, tell me about Jason. Where has he gone?." Tara's voice brought Sookie out of her short reverie.
'Have fun while it lasts.' Pam's taunting voice echoed through Eric's mind as he flew straight ahead to Bon Temps. Since day one of his infatuation with Sookie, Pam made witty comments. Most of them he would ignore, but tonight had him questioning his child. When Pam had stated that he knew what she was meaning. That Sookie was Sookie. Though it were true, Eric didn't want to consider the possibility of losing her.
He also knew of Pam's envy also. And that comment made him agitated. Before leaving fangtasia, Eric gave a warning to Pam. She had bowed her head and obeyed.
Eric looked down and seen Sook- his house below. Landing Eric dismissed thoughts of Pam and losing Sookie. She'd agreed to be his and he intended to make it last. Thoroughly and eternally. Eternity.
He once thought of Sookie being immortal, but he quickly vanquished that notion. It actually disgusted him of ever thinking such a thing. Ecspecially when she was nothing but a mere human. Now. .. It seemed as the tables have turned. Sookie being a nightwalker, by his side through the centuries.
A sensation of emotion washed over. Sookie as his child. Consoling, guiding her whenever he seen fit. Just as Godric had done to him. Taking a step forward, a smell came spiraling to his senses. It. . Was rare. Barley hint of cologne- a bit of blood- newborn. Fangs snapping down, Eric became incensed. The door swished violently open, revealing a maddened vampire and two startled young females. In his pre natural speed, Eric zipped in front of Sookie and pulled her from the couch.
Gasping, she began to struggle but Eric's hold would not relent. "What do you think you're doing?. Let me go." She hissed. Eric glared at her through blazing eyes. "Hush." Crushing her body more tightly against his cold hard frame, Eric began to inspect his fairy. She froze. She could feel Eric's flesh meshing into hers so intimately that it almost felt as if his skin was her own. Then his nose dug into her neck-inhaling as if she was a glade plug in. Then his arms encircled her. Making her feel intense arousal and cherished.
No!. She would not succumb to this. She pushed hard at his chest. Did no good, only felt his erection poking her abdomen and thighs. "Let her go you dead son of a bitch!." Tara said loudly. Eric's chest expanded. Whether in contentment or anger Sookie didn't know. Eric set her on her feet slowly-then kissed her.
It was hot but chaste at the same time, and it was over before she could react. "Ah the loyal friend." Eric drawled out smoothly with a tint of edge.
Tara narrowed her eyes as she stood from the couch. "Why don't you leave Sookie alone. She wants nothing to do with you. So get out." Eric blinked then a lazy assuring grin etched across his face. "Really?. That's not what I heard from her last night." Eric stood silent as Tara glared daggers. "You think you're something. Fucking vampires. So insecure that you fool yourselves that us humans will bend at your beck and call." Eric quirked an eyebrow. Waiting for Sookie to speak a response. Finally she did. "Tara. ." Catching that familiar hesitant tone in her friends voice, Tara scoffed. "Sook, no. You're fucking joking with me. You seriously can't be involved with-" Tara said pointing at Eric with a disgusting motion. "This thing!."
Sookie sighed. "Tara I can explain-" "No!. There's no such for an explanation such as this. I can't believe you Sookie." Eric stood in front of Sookie. He was quite annoyed of the woman. "I believe it is time for you to leave. Now." Sookie's hands balled into fists. Just as she was about to rant at Eric, Tara cut in. "Fuck this shit. I see it was a mistake of ever coming back here." With that angry note, the front door slammed shut. Glaring at for a second, Sookie turned to Eric and began to argue. "You had no right to command her out like that. Tara is my friend." Eric turned on his saucy fae with a look of distaste.
While Sookie was loyal to her so called-in Eric's viewpoint-was lacking. When Sookie had went missing, her troubled girlfriend took the news with dreadful resignation. The woman had assumed Sookie to be dead and with that thought only encouraged her all the more to stay away. Giving up on her friend. It infuriated him of how everyone that Sookie held dear, that they could easily give up on her. Forget her. While he- buying her house- repairing it's damages-never did. "Well your friend was being quite rude in my house." Sookie stood in his face, her hands on her hips. "For now." She hissed.
Narrowing his eyes menacingly, Eric bent lower and hissed, "And untill then I'm in command. I will not tolerate unloyal intruders inside this place." At Eric's speech, Sookie's mouth was slightly agape. Then rage settled in. "how dare you- what are you talking about unloyal?. She most certainly doesn't have any obligation to you!." Eric's mouth grew in a taut line as he stared down hard. Of course she wouldn't understand the meaning of his words. She was so occupied with defending her friend she never took a moment to think. Must Sookie Stackhouse always be blind to other things except of his doings?.
A sign of sudden vulnerability came over but he quashed it instantly. "Tell me Sookie what time did you get here?." "Five why?." The tension in the room changed drastically. Eric's expression chilled her. She remembered that similar look during the whole fiasco Russell incident transpired. With more softness, moving forward, she asked gently, "Tell me Eric." His eyes blazed. Intense north sea hues gazed into her brown that it made her want to retreat but mesmerized at the same time. His arm shot out, his big palm held her face tenderly. "I will not or ever lose you." Sookie wanted to place her won hand over his. To press her lips and kiss his cold flesh as she done so many ways in her dreams.
But she couldn't. She didn't step away but her voice asked firmly, "Tell me what's the matter Eric." "When I arrived here, I could catch scent of another vampire." Sookie froze. Horror broadcasted in her eyes. "I got to leave." As she made to move, Eric made a low snarl and gripped both sides of her face. "They'll hunt you wherever you go." Tears welled. Sookie held them back. "What else am I to do?." Eric bent lower. "Have you forgotten that you're mine?." Still struggling Sookie glared at him vehemently. "For your safety, your usual routine will be rearranged." Sookie stopped moving. "I have a better idea. You give me back my house." His eyes narrowed. "Not acceptable. Remember our arrangement."
He said a bit to harshly. A tear trickled down. Her emotions felt overwhelmed. Isolated almost, and Eric felt weak. He disliked of her feeling that way. But he needed her to much to let her go. Selfish as that was but he needed sunlight to enlighten his darkness. "Shh fairie Sookie. Don't. I do not like you shedding tears." As he tried to be nearer to her, to kiss, Sookie jerked away with a bolt of clear light. He stepped back, his eyes wide.
"But you sure like to inflict pain though."