Spellbound
Y'all are my most favorite people in the world. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review this story. And because of the wonderful reviews, I've decided to post this bonus chapter tonight. I may be delayed for a few days with the next one but so what? You guys have made my day.
And I never meant to be rude to Eva. That was never my intention but I can understand how I sounded that way. Eva, I apologize to you for coming off in the manner in which I did. I was wrong and I should've been clearer in my choice of Godric's that I was going to use.
Another thing, Godric is not the Godric from the show or the book. He has the some of the characteristics as the Godric from the show and the Godfrey from the book. The show Godric's characteristic that I've used is his willingness to be a part of something different; his willingness to live a life different than the one he has always been used to. From the book, I've given Godric Godfrey's wittiness and his charm. He's not going to be moody and sad like the show Godric and he's going to look like a little of both or maybe I won't describe his looks at all. I'm open for suggestions on how Godric should look. Does he have to look like the one from the show or the one from the book? He's coming in the next 3 or 4 chapters. Let me know.
And Stan Davis is the Stan from the books. The Stan from the show didn't seem to keen on anyone that wasn't a vampire.
I don't own the characters. They belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball (Godric). The story idea is mine.
Enjoy!
Alcide told Eric the same things that Clancy told him. She never left the hotel. Everything and anything that Sookie did while she was in Vegas, she did while at the hotel. He also said that he never let Sookie out of his sight. Just as he'd believed Clancy, Eric took Alcide at his word.
The vampires and the Weres have always done an excellent job for Eric. It wasn't their fault that he didn't know how Sookie came to be with the AP. The only conclusion that he could come to was that she'd teleported herself from one place to another. Pam was right. He should've let her go with Sookie. She would have been with her when the night came and he would have known of her plans to meet with the AP. He wouldn't have been surprised that his wife has decided to leave him. He could've tried to fix things with Sookie a lot sooner.
When Eric finally went home, it was almost dawn. He slowly opened their bedroom door as to not wake Sookie. Without bothering to look at the bed or turn on the light, Eric went to the bathroom to undress. That's when he noticed that her things were no longer on her side of the bathroom; no hair curlers, no tubes of lipstick, no perfume. Her vanity was devoid of all of her things. There was nothing of hers left. He blurred back to the bedroom. He threw the closet doors opened and saw that her closets were bare. Her dresser drawers were just as empty as her side of their bathroom. Eric closed his eyes before he turned to face the bed. He knew before he'd opened them that she was gone.
Eric roared out in a rage. He began throwing things. The draperies no longer covered the light tight windows. The covers were no longer on the bed. His pillows were no more than feathers flying around the room. He was so into his temper tantrum that he didn't notice her standing at the bedroom door.
"What's going on?" Sookie asked him anxiously. She thought that they were in danger and she was in fighting mode. She was shimmering and energy emanated from her body. Her electricity had filled the air and her giant sword was at her side.
Eric turned around to see her standing at the door. She looked as if he'd startled her out of a deep sleep. Her rumpled, white gown clung to every curve of her body. Her hair was messy. Her eyes were bloodshot from sleep but she was ready to fight. And she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He suddenly felt something that he'd didn't expect to feel. He was relieved … and happy. Those feelings were soon replaced with worry and concern.
"Where were you?" he asked her as he dropped the nightstand back into it's place.
When she saw that he was okay, her powers slowly began to fade away. The sword was suddenly gone. "I thought that something was wrong. Are you okay?" She looked as if she wanted to go to him but she stayed put.
Whether or not if he was okay, didn't matter to Eric at all. "You weren't here. Where were you?" he asked her again.
"I was in my room." She used her thumb to point in the direction to where she was.
"This is your room," Eric announced loudly.
"No, it's not."
"You are my wife. You are to stay in here with me. This is our bedroom. You sleep in here."
"No, I don't," she said as she shook her head. "Now you want me to be your wife? You've never treated me as if I'm your wife. Don't tell me that it's because I'm leaving you." Sookie began to laugh quietly. "The great Eric Northman can't stand to lose, can he?"
Eric was instantly standing in front of her. "We are moving your things back in here tonight. You will stay in here with me."
Standing firmly, Sookie looked up at Eric and said, "No, we are not moving my things back in here and I am staying where I am."
Sookie turned to leave and once again, Eric was standing in front of her. "You will stay in here with me."
"You can't make me."
Eric's blue eyes were blazing with anger and lust. He wanted to rip the flimsy gown from her body. He wanted to throw her down onto the floor and make love to her as he's never made love to her before. Eric reached for her and instantly, she was gone. Eric rolled his eyes and roared again.
"Sookie!" he yelled.
She slammed her bedroom door and locked it.
Eric began banging on the door. "Let me in, Sookie! Let me in now!"
"I will not!"
"I will rip the door from its hinges if you don't open it! I will give you until the count of ten! You are going to let me in!" he ordered.
"By the time you reach number one, I will be gone. I'll return home to Fae and you will never see me again if you do! I will! I will leave and I won't come back. I'm not playing with you, Eric!"
Eric stopped banging on the door. He never bothered with counting. Speaking through clinched teeth, he said, "Tell me why you've moved into another room."
"Because I don't want to sleep in the same room with you anymore," she said. "That's why."
"That is not an option," Eric said softly. He pressed his hands against the door.
"It is now. We can't go back. It's over. Why can't you see that? You need to accept it for what it is." She closed her eyes and said, "It's over, Eric. It's been over for a very long time. Just let me go. That's what you want."
"No," he begged. "We need to talk about this."
Sookie kicked the door out of frustration. "What is there to say? Why are you doing this? Why are you acting like you want me when you don't?" Sookie then leaned her forehead against the door. Her tone suddenly changed. "Since we've been married, you've shown me no type of emotion until tonight when you learned that I'm leaving you. If you have feelings for me, you keep them to yourself. You don't talk to me anymore. You don't share with me anymore. You don't look at me when we fuck. You don't even kiss me anymore."
"Don't say that. We don't fuck," he said as he leaned his forehead against the door. He's never fucked her. He's only ever made love to her.
"If you say so," she chuckled.
"We can work on this."
"You don't want that."
Eric squeezed his eyes closed at the sound of her words. "Sookie, please," he began.
She shook her head as she looked down at the floor. "I heard the most eye-opening saying on the radio one day; a couple of months ago as a matter of fact. Bob Marley said it, I think. Because of his words, I'd decided right then and there that I needed to tell you the truth. I've been disillusioned for too long."
Sookie began to laugh. "I always thought that you loved me but you had to hide it because you're a vampire. I really did. I understand how your kind thinks. You can't let others know how you feel. It's a sign of weakness. You always have to be in control. You always have to be the top dog but I thought that when we would be alone or at the gatherings with our peers that you'd at least show me a little something. A kiss on the cheek while I'm watching TV or a simple glance or a smile from across a crowded room; that's not too much to ask for, is it? I've never been a difficult a wife. I've only ever loved you."
"Sookie," Eric begged.
She continued on as if she didn't hear him. "You were so sweet when we were dating. You held my hand. You sat at the piano with me and played for my grandmother. You were the most wonderful person I'd ever met before in my life. I'd never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you. To spend my life with you, it was a dream of mine." She smiled as she reminisced. "I loved those nights; the nights before we married. Do you remember the first time that you kissed me?"
Eric remembered that night. It was the most beautiful kiss of his life. He could feel her life flowing through him. It was filled with passion and something more that he wasn't familiar with. The feeling of her arms as they went around his neck as they tasted each other for the first time was beautiful. She tasted like the summer sun.
Yes, that night sticks with him too. He's never let that night go.
"It was on our fourth date," he recalled. "You wouldn't let me kiss you until our fourth date. You said that you didn't want to seem easy. You said that kisses are the most sensual and the sexiest things that can happen in a relationship. A simple kiss," he said with quiet laughter. "A simple kiss on the first date would have made you feel easy."
Sookie laughed right along with him. "I am a lady, after all. Do you remember my cousin Claudine? She was the matron of honor at our wedding?"
"I do," Eric replied softly. Claudine didn't take too kindly to her favorite cousin being promised to a vampire.
"She told me that you didn't love me. She said that it was all a political game. I didn't believe her then but now I know that she was right. Eric, we can't do this anymore. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to. I've decided that I'd rather be hurt by reality than live in this stupid fantasy world of mine for the next hundred years."
Eric didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to feel.
Sookie opened the bedroom door and looked up at Eric. Her tear filled eyes met his. His body stiffened when he saw her face. He'd never seen her cry before tonight. He wasn't prepared for his reaction. With his thumb, he reached out and brushed a tear away. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes.
"I've always wanted this but it's too late now." She opened her eyes and looked up at him when she took his hand away.
"We need to talk about this, Sookie. I can fix this. Let me fix this," Eric said. The words surprised him. Pam was supposed to come up with something. He didn't know that he wanted to fix it until he said the words to her.
"The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman's love with no intentions of ever loving her. That's what Bob Marley said." She looked Eric evenly in the eyes and said, "You don't love me. You have no intentions of ever loving me, do you? Am I nuts for even wishing that you would? Even just a little bit?" she asked with her thumb and forefinger measuring the little bit that she wanted.
She waited with bated breath. She wanted him to tell her that she was wrong. She wanted him to tell her that he has always loved her. She wanted him to say that she is the only woman for him. She wanted him to tell her to give him another chance but he said nothing. He did nothing. He only stood there and looked at her.
Sookie quickly wiped away the fallen tears. She sighed and said, "I'm staying in this room. I've never asked you for anything, Eric. Just let me have this, okay? I want to stay in this room."
Eric didn't want to be without her but he wasn't going to force her to come with him so he did what she asked of him. He took a step back and stared at her. He didn't say anything. He didn't make another move.
"Thank you," she whispered softly.
He watched her until the door had completely blocked her from his view.
As he walked to his room, Eric could feel the pull of the sun. He hasn't slept without her in years. He was used to her. The rhythmic sounds of her heartbeat and her breathing relaxed him. The warmth of her body lulled him to rest for just a few short years. And in those short years, she's given him peace.
He needed her with him. He wanted to tell her that she was wrong. He wanted to tell her that he does … have feelings for her. He wanted to beg her to give him another chance. He wanted to go back down the hall and throw her bedroom door open and tell her everything that she wanted to hear. He wanted to tell her everything that he was feeling at the very second but he didn't. He continued the long walk to the big, empty, lonely bedroom.
When Eric got into bed, he just laid there. Normally he'd fall asleep as soon as they'd made love. He'd never felt the pull of the sun after he and Sookie were married. He'd forgotten what it felt like. This morning, instead of Sookie lulling him to sleep, it was going to be the sun. He hated that feeling.
As he slowly died for the day, Pam's sage words resonated in his mind.
"You're fucked."