I knew Eric was coming, I just didn't know how fast he would get there. Gladly for me it was a second before the wolf tore out my jugular. I watched as Eric saved my life for the second time. Eric tackled the wolf to the floor and he turned into a man, which was just the weirdest thing to see at that moment. "Who sent you?" Eric growled into the man's face.
I ran up to them and grabbed the man's arm. His memories were beyond unreadable. I saw one thing. I saw blood, but he was thinking about something else, I only heard a piece of it though. 'Jacks-' I hated that werewolves and vampires could hide their memories from me. It would make finding Sookie that much harder.
"If I tell you, I'm as dead as you are. You might as well kill me now." The man growled, he wasn't afraid at all, it seemed. "As you wish." Eric said and bit into his neck. When Eric stood he smiled at me, his mouth dripping with blood. I shivered at the sight.
It wasn't a pleasant thing to see. "S-so, what are you going to do with the naked man on the floor?" I asked him to break the long silence of him just staring, and dripping. "I guess I'll be burying him, give me a hand?" He asked even though I knew he didn't need it. I carried the shovel for him.
As he dropped the man in the ground he was smiling. "I saw something, well actually I heard something." I told Eric. He raised a brow. "His memories were almost completely concealed." I muttered. "They're virtually silent." Eric sighed. "Before he shut me out, I heard Jacks." Eric looked at the grave he had just covered. "Jackson, Mississippi." He whispered, I stared at him. "How do you know that?" I asked him. "His accent, it's a Mississippi accent. Can't you tell?" He asked, I shook my head. "Not at all." I mumbled.
"I'll contact someone before I go to ground." Eric said. He picked up the shovel and headed back to the house. "He's from Jackson, Mississippi as well. He'll get you and take you there. He's got some connections in the Were community, and he owes me a favor." Eric said, who didn't owe Eric a favor?
"Okay." I agreed and was about to go in when Eric did something that sent waves over my body. He grabbed my hand and held it to his mouth. As he placed a gentle kiss on it I felt something well up inside me. Something I had never felt before in my life. "I'm not as heartless as I might appear to be." He whispered and like that he was gone.
I went upstairs holding the hand he had kissed, wondering of what he might have been thinking. I drew a blank, humans couldn't excite him. That was apparent. He had been around for a thousand years. He had seen so many things. I guess maybe, I really wasn't all that human.
As I lay in bed pondering over Eric, I heard him. He came in the door wearing not his black suit but, a pair of jeans, and just that. His smile was bright as he climbed onto the bed. "Hey." He said, and sounded almost human. "Hey." I giggled and put my arms around his neck. He kissed me deeply as if he had been away from me for some time and just couldn't stand it. I kissed him back. The feeling of being close and being intertwined was pure ecstasy. "I love you." The words that he said just amplified what I felt. "I love you too, Eric." I breathed.
The truth of the words awoke me. I was breathing heavily. It took a while for me to calm down. When I finally did, I got up and went downstairs. There was blood on the floor, it reminded me of Eric. I made a bucket of warm water and bleach. After I found a sponge I started to clean up. I focused on cleaning and nothing but. I just didn't know what to think about the dream, or the feeling that it struck up inside me.
About thirty minutes had passed when I heard a truck outside. There was a man, he was tall, very muscular, he had a beard and black hair. I walked outside and waited on the porch for the man to approach. "Hello." I said as he edged the front steps. "You must be Ella Stackhouse." He said, his voice was deep. "Yes, I am." I nodded and opened the door. "Come on in." I muttered walking into the freshly cleaned house.
"I'm Alcide Herveaux." He said. I sat down in the living room and waited for Alcide to sit. He sat next to me on the couch. "So, we're going to Jackson." I said, trying to start a conversation. He nodded. "Eric, told me that your cousin was kidnapped. and you think Weres did it." He said. "Well, I wouldn't have been sure if I hadn't seen it myself." I said.
"Eric told me you have, powers?" He asked looking skeptically at me. Wow, Eric had told him a lot about me. "Yes, I can touch someone's skin and see their memories." I nodded. He put his hand next to mine. When I looked at him he was waiting for something. I realized he wanted me to try it on him. "You'll have to let me in, for some reason vampires, and werewolves are hard to read." I said and he nodded still waiting. I grabbed his hand. His skin was soft and very warm.
I saw his girlfriend, Debbie. How nice she was, how sweet. Then he walked in on her with another Were, named Coot. Alcide yearned for Debbie. He was depressed and heartbroken. It was the only thing I could find in his memories. Just flashes of her and them together. I took my hand back. He was a lovesick puppy and he was supposed to help me? Fucking Eric.