Happy but not corny Eric ️️

Lovely to see these to finally come together on equal footing! So beautiful!

beautiful!

I really like this story alot. Can you please write some more chapters?

There love for each other is breathtakingly beautiful!

*sigh* I love how much they love each other... A 'sleepover' lol

I was going to comment on how fascinating it is to see ERic in love and on the line about once again requiring oxygen but then Pam stole the show with: "Of course, she says, you may have a sleepover."

Priceless.

"I love you" definitely means a lot but in Eric's POV, it means everything now and forever. Thank you for making it more meaningful and beautiful. I will never forget this.

I love this line of stories. You're perspectives are so beautifully interwoven and characters are spot on. This is the first 'Vampire Sookie' I've read, any chance of more? I really love it!

Ahh. Very nice. Glad Pam can enjoy the situation!

this is beautiful! Wonderfully written and Eric is perfectly captured. In fact, from what we see of her, i like your Sookie better. Just Excellent!

~Frankie

THE LONG WAY AROUND

This one deeply cuts so deeply into me I’m left on overload. (Take 2 tablets and see the doctor in the morning.) I’m a quivering tangled mess, massive numbers of neurons firing through an electrical firestorm inside my head. It’s so emotional, one of the best short stories you’ve ever written (and my favorite of all your work). It rends me in its honesty. I’m DOA.

“I love you, but I wasn’t willing or able to say it without reference to biting, killing or draining of some kind.”

Eric’s frame of reference is always related to blood.

Pam calling the shots as Sookie’s maker makes for its own intrigue in the overall story because Eric must bend to her will. She’s his child but she’s a maker now and her first child is Sookie. The inexorable bond they now all share would be interesting to see a few years hence.

“... after we have thoroughly reacquainted one another with every curve and secret of our bodies.”

This is earthy and erotic and gorgeous.

“I am still at the table, sliding an empty bottle of True Blood back and forth between my hands. The rhythmic scraping sound echoes in the open floor plan of the house.”

Details! I love the texture in these details. The feel of the moment, the life you put into each moment. LOVE it.

“Eurydice falling back into the Underworld after I, her Orpheus, failed to lead her out of it.”

Knock me dead right here. Sublime. Brilliant analogy.

I also enjoy Eric coming to the conclusion that giving blood and a second chance to live is one of the deeper forms of love. I can’t say this is true for every vampire ... Mickey sure as hell wasn’t made out of love! But for Sookie, yes.

“When she finally turns to look at me, I am the one who turns away. With my eyes focused on a poster on the wall behind her,”

God, the awkwardness of this, the emotions overwhelming both of them. So artfully described.

“Her voice in my head is like the crystalline peel of a knife tapping the edge of a wineglass, asking for the chance to say something important.”

What imagery! Another “wow” moment for me where I just have to take a breath and give homage to the words.

“slogging through landscapes of confusion and avoidance, twisting our path until we didn’t know which way was forward or where we were or even how to divide ourselves, one from the other. This part is you, this part is me. The edges of such distinctions had begun to blur and we fought it, jealously snatching back the things we each thought were ours alone.”

This just throws me over the edge. Writing simply does not get better than this.

“I stutter like a fool.

I— Before we do— I want you to hear—

Fuck.

I love you. I’m telling you out loud before anything else happens. If we burn up and die for good in the next minute, know that I love you.”

All the emotions. And I am already at full tilt, my brain can’t handle much more. I am just dazzled here. This transcends, lifts to another plane. It is absolute perfection.

“I feel the rumble of my dissatisfaction like oncoming thunder.”

Your associations just thrill me.

“She makes a cut and lets the blood fill up the glass in arterial surges ...”

Love the visceral moments. It’s the choice of the word ‘surges’ that jolts the sentence and makes it come alive.

"She brought her stubborn nature back with her. I laughed and told her she’d get used to it. And then it would become one of her favorite things."

Adorable. Precious. Sweet.

“... her eyes widened in appreciation. I didn’t think you cared whether or not we found him, she said. She cares, I said, as if it were the most obvious reason in the world.”

His heart is so big and so forgiving although I did smile to think Eric limited them to two hours before he reemerged from his office.

“I kiss her like she’s full of oxygen and I still need it.”

I’ll be sending you my next dental bill ... I am sure to get cavities from the candied words. (love it, love it, love it!)

“Of course, she says, you may have a sleepover. I almost wanted to wait another night for my pride to recover.”

I laughed SO hard I had to get up and walk around to calm myself down. It’s a wretched thing for Pam to do to Eric but damn, it’s howlingly funny.

“As I turn the corner to walk up, she is there to surprise me and our lips meet at the perfect level, her on a higher step and me still on the ground floor.”

Lovely.

“... and the pleasure of the possibility of so many more nights like this one.”

It’s the most enjoyable ‘turning’ story I’ve read to date now. No loss, no angst, nothing but the satisfaction of an eternity stretched out before them in their endless love.

Does your choice of book, Metamorphoses by Ovid, mean something in particular? I understand the theme is about change.

“I will tell her every coming night with exact words that cannot be interpreted to mean anything other than what they do: I love you.

With the ease of gravity, every broken part falls back together.”

You’re in a pantheon all your own, DC. The story is stunning.

wow eric and sookie being together feels like poetry in motion.

Another lovely piece DC...

I thought I was doing okay as a writer until I read your work; now I know I have far to go. Your ability to take existing characters and put a new and completely believable spin on them is sublime. I never pictured either Eric or Sook filled with poignant yearning until I read your stories, but now I ONLY see them that way. You have them craving each other in a way that is compelling, evocative, melancholy, bittersweet. Peach fuzz and dark chocolate. Red wine and solitude. Music and light. Each story should come with a razor blade.