I do not own any of these characters. Charlaine Harris does. Please don't sue!

Before you read this, you should read Dead and Dating, and the sequel Dead Parenting if you haven't already. If not, this will be confusing to you.

I hope everyone likes the new direction of the story. I'm sorry to those who don't!

Also, if you need any inspiration listen to "Love Song Requiem" by Trading Yesterday. I listened to it pretty much on loop while I wrote this. "Love Song Requiem" was playing during the love scene.


The drive to Shreveport felt like forever. I found my turn off and started up a winding road. The same road Eric took me up when we laid under the stars. My dream had been so vivid that I just had to see if it was real. Even though I had never been there, I knew it existed, I needed it to. When I got up there I did my drive by feel. Eric had made me close my eyes when I dreamed it. I guessed the distance. When I saw a small parking lot with a red corvette, I knew I'd found it.

I parked my car next to Eric's, I just knew he'd be here. I jumped out of my car and ran down to the field, I could see him standing at the edge, his hair blowing with the cool evening breeze. I realized that I was still in my nightgown, the ends were blowing against me, matching the rippling of Eric's hair.

He looked so beautiful there, the moonlight spilling over him, just like it had that night in my dream. His skin gave off a soft white glow. I ached to reach out and touch him.

"Eric?" He spun around to face me, his eyes were red with tears. I lost my control at that point, I had to touch him, I had to connect with him again. I took off, barefoot through the field, running towards him like he had once run barefoot towards my home. Eric held his arms open for me, I threw my arms around his neck and jumped on him, my legs wrapping around his waist. I clung to him as if my life depended on him never letting me go. He wrapped his strong arms around my back and nuzzled his head into my hair.

"How did you know?"

"In my dream, you brought me here."

"You've never been here before?"

"Only in the dream."

"Then how.."

"I don't know, I just knew it was too real for me to have imagined it completely." His arms gripped me tighter. I'm not sure what I would have done if this place hadn't been real. My heart felt like the pieces were gathering back together. I felt safe in Eric's arms. However, there was something I needed to know.

"Eric, did you tell Pam that you love me?"


"Why can't you tell me?" I tilted my head up to his. I was desperate to see the love I knew in my dreams. I wasn't disappointed.

"I love you Sookie. I don't know what that means for us, but I do love you."

"I love you too Eric."

I held on to him tighter, I didn't want to let go. I just couldn't.

"Pinch me." Eric laughed and gently pinched my arm.

"Why did you want me to do that?"

"To make sure I'm not dreaming again."

Eric laughed a little and then moved to sit on the grass, he kept me cradled in his arms as he sat down. I curled up against him just like I had in my dream. My back was against his chest and his arms were around me.

"Were we happy Sookie?"

"You wouldn't believe how happy we were."

"No, I believe it. I believe every word of it." He clasped my hands in his and brought them up to rest over my heart. I felt him slowly rocking me back and forth.

"Eric, do you think we could ever be that happy?"

"I already am."

I let out a soft sigh and leaned back into his embrace. I felt the tears drip down my cheek when I thought about our daughter. Would I ever know her? I know it was just a dream, but it felt so real. Eric lifted his hands to brush my tears away.

"Where do we go from here?"

"We date."

"Really, you want to date me? Like picking me up from my house and taking me to dinner?"

"I want to be the man I was in your dreams. I don't know if I could ever really be him, but I'll try. I want to be perfect for you lover." I leaned my head all the way back so I was looking up at his chin. I planted tiny kisses along the underside of his jaw.

"We have to make this work. What we had was so beautiful. I wish I could show you."

Eric laid back and shifted me off his lap so I was laying next to him in the grass. He reached down to hold my hand and didn't say a word. We laid there in silence for a while. He held my hand tightly and brushed the back of my hand with his thumb.

I felt Eric roll on his side and slip his arm around my waist. I moved closer to him and tucked my head under his chin. His hand wandered up from my waist and up to my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek like it had been doing to my hand earlier. I felt him brush the tears I had been crying away. I laid there, staring out at the stars, letting him comfort me. I realized that dream Eric, amnesiac Eric, and the real Eric, were all the same person.

This beautiful man was as complex as I was. He could be absolutely infuriating, manipulative, conniving, cunning, and ruthless. He wouldn't apologize for it either. He was full of pride and power, he liked politics too much, and he loved battle even more. But tonight I was getting a glimpse into part of him that no one ever sees. He was soft, sweet, tender, and caring. He loved me, and he believed in all that our relationship could become. He was mine, and I was his.

"Sookie, you've changed me. I will never be the same again."

"I'm sorry."

"It isn't a bad thing."



"You changed me too. I never thought I'd be the same after what Bill did to me. You helped me heal the pain, when I'm with you I forget that anything bad ever happened to me." I rolled on my side and moved up so I was face to face with him. "I forget about the witch wars, Rhodes, and what happened in Jackson. I forget all of it." I laid my hand on his cheek and moved my face closer to his. My lips were against his, I whispered into his mouth. "You make me feel loved, safe, and cherished." I softly pressed my lips to his and held his face in my hands. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. My hands slid around and plunged into his hair, holding his head against my lips. I wanted him to feel my love.

I parted his lips with my tongue, he was being gentle, like he was afraid to break me. I pulled away for a second and bit down on my own lower lip, before pressing my mouth against his again. He flicked his tongue out to brush over my lip and let out a soft sigh when he tasted my blood. I felt him bite his own tongue and offer it to me. The taste of our blood mingling together was heavenly. Surprisingly, I could taste the difference, mine was sweet, while his had a bit more bitterness to it.

I lifted my leg up over his hip and pressed as close to him as I could. He pulled back for a second and stopped to stare at me. He brought his hand up to brush against my face, he touched it like he was memorizing every part of me. I took my hand out of his hair and brushed away a tear of blood that was running down his cheek. I captured it on my thumb and brought it to my lips, I flicked my tongue out over my thumb and offered him a small smile. What we were sharing was beautiful. I had been a fool to think that my real Eric couldn't ever be like my dream Eric. He was better, because he was real. I knew I wouldn't wake up tomorrow to find he had just been a dream. He was beautifully flawed, I knew nothing would ever be easy for us, but we'd handle it together.

"Sookie, let me take you home."

"Bon Temps?"

"No, my home. Leave your car, I'll get it back to my place by morning."

He stood first and helped me to my feet, before sweeping me off them to carry me to his corvette. I climbed in and buckled up, he reached over and took my hand, placing it palm down on the stick shift. He laid his hand on top of mine and stayed like that the whole way back to his home.


Part of me had hoped that his home would be identical to the one in my dream, but it wasn't. It was a charming brick home. The outside had a beautifully landscaped lawn and a huge wrap around porch. He lifted me and slowly carried me into his home. It was nothing like in my dream. It was even better, all of the walls were painted a warm beige color. The furniture looked comfortable and inviting, and he had a large fireplace in his living room. His kitchen looked rather large for a vamp kitchen. There was a small dinette set in the kitchen, but around the corner was a large formal dining room.

He carried me up a set of steps, I looked around and saw a few small bedrooms and a bathroom. He turned down the hallway and opened what appeared to be a closet door, when he opened it I saw more stairs. We went inside and Eric locked it with a keypad. He carried me upstairs and into the most amazing room I'd ever been in. There was a very large sofa and t.v. in the center. In one corner were a few filing cabinets and a computer desk. In the other corner was a small kitchen with a small table. On the other side of the room there was a doorway, Eric carried me into the doorway. It was his bedroom, he had a large king sized bed with a soft red comforter. It perfectly matched the red in the rest of the room. Off to the side I could see a large bathroom.

Eric stood me up in front of his bed. He stood in front of me then sunk to his knees. He wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head against my stomach.

"You were more or less in a coma for two days. I thought you were gone."

I reached my hands out and ran my fingers over his cheek. He pulled back a little and took my hands in his, lifting my palms towards his lips, he pressed his mouth against them. I watched as he pulled himself to his feet and gripped the bottom of my nightgown. I lifted my arms as he slid it up over my head, then he bent down and slid my underwear off of me. He reached out and clutched my naked body to him. With one hand behind my head, and the other cupping my bottom, he picked me up and laid me on his bed. He pulled down his thick covers and slid me under them. I laid there and watched him strip off his jeans and t-shirt. He peeled off his boxers and climbed under the covers with me.

Once he was under the covers he pulled me back to him. We laid on our sides, facing each other. I slid my leg up over his hip and pressed my mouth to his. I reached down and took a hold of his length, he was moaning softly into my mouth. I positioned him at my opening then reached around to grab his bottom, gently pushing him into me. I cried out as he entered me, but he reached his hand up and held the back of my head to him. My lips didn't leave his, our kiss grew more and more passionate. He nipped my tongue so a little bit of blood came out, then he nipped his own. Our blood once again mingled as he pushed in and out of me. I softly raked my nails over his back, an act which made him buck a little harder against me. I felt my climax building, the intensity was too much. I felt him stiffen inside me. I arched my neck to him, offering him a bite. He looked into my eyes, searching for my permission, I nodded and leaned down to my neck, placing a soft kiss on the side, then with one last pump into me, he bit. We both came at the same time. I was panting and crying his name, he was suckling my neck, tasting my blood once again. He pulled himself off my neck and licked my wounds.

"Sookie, your amazing."

"Your not so bad yourself." Eric let out a soft laugh. He pulled out of me then laid on his back, pulling me next to him. I laid my head on his chest and drew little patterns on his stomach with my pinky finger.

"What is this place Eric?"

"Downstairs is my normal house. Up here is my safe place. There are no windows. Once you come in, you can lock the door from the inside and no one can get up here. You will notice that there is everything you need up here."

"It's a very elaborate hidey-hole."

"I want it to be our hidey-hole. I want you to feel safe here. I'm not saying I want to force you to move in with me. I just want to give you a key to the house, and the passcodes, that way if you are ever in trouble you can come here."

"Can't I just stay and hide away from the world with you?"

"I'd love nothing more."

I shifted so that I was sitting up. I looked down and brushed a few pieces of hair from his face.

"I'm scared, I'm worried that one day the FotS will get me." Eric sat up against the headboard and pulled me next to him.

"I will keep you safe, if you would just let me."



"Please keep me safe?"