When I finally made it back to the house Alcide was standing by the door fully dressed again and I could see Eric just inside. I ran up the steps passing Alcide and catching Eric's arm. I opened the doors to the wardrobe and motioned him in. I followed him down and looked at him, trying to make sure there were no huge burns left on his skin.
"Eric, you have to stay out of the sunlight." I scolded him because I was simply afraid that I'd spend all my mornings doing this if I didn't. He just looked at me with an aggravated expression. "Now, go to sleep." I said placing my hand on his arm. He stayed completely still, and of course there was nothing I could do about that. "No." He said, the childish act was beginning to get on my last nerve. "Fine." I said shrugging and moving towards the ladder.
"Stay with me, please." The look on his face kept me glued to my spot. I had a soft spot for the new Eric, that was undeniable. As he looked at me with his large blue eyes I sort of forgot everything else. When the realization that Alcide was standing at the top of the ladder waiting on me kicked in so did my motoring skills. "Uh, give me a few minutes." I said quietly. Eric nodded watching me while I climbed up.
Alcide's expression seemed angry which changed my mood completely. I walked past him edging the door and looking back slightly to see that he followed. When we were both outside I looked squarely back at him as he looked at me. "This is bullshit Ella." He said shaking his head. I scoffed silently putting a hand on my hip. "What exactly is bullshit Alcide?" I asked cocking a brow.
"Eric Northman cannot be living in your house." He muttered, his eyes shifted for a second. "And why not?" I asked still testing the waters. "Because, it's dangerous. He's dangerous." He said lowly making his point known to me. "Just as dangerous as living with the woman that held a loaded gun to your chest." I said with a simple tone. Alcide looked down for a second letting out a ragged sigh.
"Debbie is different now." He said running his hand across his mouth. "So is Eric." I made my solid point with a bit of an arrogant smirk. Alcide looked down again, when his eyes flicked back up a smile spread across his face. "Come here." He said holding his arms out to fit my frame. As I walked into his hold I sort of collapsed into his chest. I had almost forgotten how good it felt being in his grasp. The heat and constant thumping of his loud heart, the utter security I felt.
"Ella, I can't stand you being mad at me." His voice rumbled against my cold face. I looked up at him. "I'm not mad at you." I muttered. I was mad because he took Debbie back, okay I'd admit that to myself, but I don't think I could truly be mad at Alcide for a legitimate reason. A smile tugged at his lips again as he released me. "I'm glad." He said. "Thank you for the help." I peeped as he stepped off the porch. "Your welcome." He called as he got into his truck. I walked back into the house, running up to my room and changing my wet pants.
After I was dry, I went down the stairs and into Eric's room. He was lying back on the bed sulking. It really made me feel bad to see him like this. "What's wrong?" I asked quietly. There was a few long seconds before he spoke to me. "I'm never going to be able to walk in the sun, or feel the heat on my skin." He murmured staring at the floor under his feet solemnly.
"Eric, it isn't that bad." I said quietly. He looked up automatically, his stare coming off as frigid to me. "It really is that bad." He muttered offhandedly. After a few seconds he looked up, his eyes lined with scarlet blood. "Was I really that dangerous?" He asked me. I felt abashed, he had heard Alcide, of course he had, he's a vampire.
"You were just a little obnoxious, hardly dangerous." As I lied a flash of him draining me of my blood went through my groggy mind. I wiped my eyes trying to keep my composure. "You look tired." He murmured. I smiled with a short nod. "Yeah because I spent the whole night worrying about you." I muttered. He looked at the floor with a frown.
I sat on the floor beside his bed and closed my eyes. "Eric, you really need to go to sleep." I murmured trying to keep my eyes open. Eric's cold soft fingertips ran down the length of my arm, it was a great feeling. Again I found myself struggling to keep my eyes open and also trying to find the energy to move away from this wonderful feeling on instinct. But, I had been awake for a long time, and it was funny, I was so used to staying up days on end when I lived alone, but now I was fighting to keep my eyes open…
When I finally awoke I was in his bed and he was lying beside me with a heavy arm lying over me protectively. A few long minutes passed of me trying just to wake myself up. I actually wanted to stay there in his hold, feeling the calming cold that came from his skin. This truly was a first, me waking up next to Eric, and the simple fact of me wanting to stay there. I picked up his arm with strained effort and slid onto the floor beside the bed. When I was free I climbed up the ladder and closed the doors to the wardrobe.
There was still a bit of light peeking through the windows and Sookie was still at work. I walked up the stairs slowly letting a long yawn slip. When I made it to my room I closed the door trying to conceal another yawn without much effort. I fell onto the bed curling up under the covers. As I slipped back off to sleep I yearned to be back in Eric's grasp. To feel him holding me there so I knew I'd be anchored to him when I awoke. It was a juvenile wish, I knew Eric wouldn't always be this way. But, the longing kept coming, I just would have to make a decision to fight it or give in when it came time…
As my eyes opened I could see the blurry white face giving me an animalistic glare from the foot of my bed. A jolt went through me and I was cowering to the wall. Eric stood tall and half naked, looking at me fangs extended and threatening. After a second went by, my heart doing thousands of flips all the while. Eric stumbled back a little his fangs shooting back into his head and an innocent expression replacing his glare. "I had a bad dream." He muttered.
"O-okay." I stuttered still on edge. Eric stood there at the end of the bed looking down at me. On impulse I patted the bed next to me and waited for him to sit. When he did I placed my hand on his shoulder.
I saw Godric, the look of hatred and cruelty on his face. "You are damned." He growled.
I drew back my hand at the ludicrous scene. Godric would never, would he? The Godric that I had met, he was kindhearted and lovely. He could've very well killed every human that wished him harm in that church, but he didn't. Eric looked over at me grabbing my attention with the thick crimson tears that coated his white cheeks. I sprang to my feet and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom. I opened his hand and placed it there before I sat back down.
"You saw Godric." I whispered into the air that dwelled between us. He wiped his cheeks and nodded. "My maker." He uttered. I shook my head taking his hand again, thankfully this time not seeing anything. "Godric wasn't like that." I told him giving his cold hand a tight squeeze. "What was he like?" He asked. "He was sweet, and the last thing that he ever wanted was to harm anyone, especially you. He loved you, more than I can say really." I said feeling his hand wrap around mine while I spoke.
"I miss him. He frightened me, but I miss him and I don't remember him, but I miss him." Eric truly sounded like a child. The pain and fear in his voice was something that he couldn't hide, and it tore my heart up to hear. I slipped my arms around his broad shoulders and hugged him tightly. His cold bare skin was smooth against my cheek.
"I understand how you feel. I miss my grandmother." I murmured. "You do?" Eric's surprised whisper made my lips pull into a tightlipped smile. "Yes, she was really the only one that understood me, other than Sook. But, Sook doesn't get things like gran did." I could feel my eyes start to sting with kept tears. Eric's finger hooked my chin and pulled my face to his, a bit closer than I was comfortable with.
"At least we have each other." He murmured, his sweet breath brushed against my lips. I took his hand in mine and nodded. He moved over the bed to lie down on the left side. "Can I please lie down with you again?" He asked. I simply fell next to him. He placed his arm over me again and I looked over at him. His blue eyes so alert and trained on me, a smile crossed his face. This felt right, and I couldn't hold it back any longer. I would let my feelings get the best of me.