I do not own any of these characters. Charlaine Harris does. Please don't sue! The only one I own is Micah. And he's mine all mine!

A/N: This is the last chapter of this story. I'm sorry to end it without wrapping everything up as much as I wanted to. However, sometimes you just have to know when to throw the towel in! This story was starting to drag on, the last thing I wanted was to write chapter after chapter of meaningless dribble just for the sake of doing it.

I hope you all will forgive me. Real life has a way of interfering and I just can't promise to keep up a story like this. As much as I would like too! This is not the end of my writing all together. I'm working on my own original story. And I will keep writing SVM one-shots. You can check them out at my blog:

http:// ericsmut . blogspot . com

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I just wanted to send out a heartfelt thanks to Kawai. Today's her birthday! She has been a constant source of support while writing this story. Without her I probably wouldn't have gotten much of anything done. She deserves a very public thank you for being such a wonderful friend.

Also, I wanted to thank the ladies at Blue Whale Pub. I realize I don't stop by much anymore, but I promise I will as soon as my life gets back onto a normal schedule.

Thanks to everyone who stuck with this story. I appreciate all your reviews, the all meant so much to me. I hope you will continue to read my one-shots. Who knows, maybe one day I'll pick the pen up and write another part to this story. But for now, this is the end. Enjoy!


The following week flew by in a blur of fights, blood, death, and the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. Were's were questioned and tortured for answers. I fought my hardest to maintain the level of disgust that I would have normally found appropriate. Unfortunately, night by night, as more of the area vamps were slaughtered, I cared less and less.

On this evening, I found myself sitting in the living room of another one of Eric's hidden Shreveport homes. This one wasn't nearly as large as the other, but it was cozy. It had become something of a headquarters for anyone of importance.

As usual, I was alone in the house. Eric and I were barely more than two passing ships in the night now. He would come in just before dawn, soaked in blood. He'd take a shower and go to sleep for the day, just as I was waking up. Not that I didn't understand why things were as they were, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

My thoughts were snapped back to the present by the sound of the front door slamming shut. Eric came in, soaked in blood as usual, but tonight most of it was his. There were gashes and cuts covering his body, and marring his beautiful face. I jumped from the sofa and ran to him, throwing my arms around him. Ignoring his wince as I clung tightly to him.

"What happened?" My voice was shaky and frightened. Of all the nights Eric came home covered in blood, it was never his.

"It's finished." He was so calm, cold even. "Felipe was behind it all. Pulling every damn string."

"Why would he do that? Why give up Louisiana to you, if he was just going to come after it?"

"He was hoping to distract me. He wanted me gone, and you for himself."

I shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold.

"He will not be a concern any longer. Unless he can regrow a head, he will not be a concern. Sandy has taken over his other territories. The Were's being used were not local. Alcide is seeing to it that they are taken care of."

"It's over? You mean it?"

"I'm not saying that you will never be in danger again. But for now, we are safe."

I threw myself around him again. Tears poured down my face, tears of joy. Finally, we were able to have a little bit of peace, no matter how brief. Eric lifted me up into his arms. Cradling me close to his chest as he made his way to the bathroom. He didn't even sit me down as he turned on the water for a shower.

With the vampire speed I was growing to love, he had us both undressed and under the warm water in seconds. I ran my hands along his body and through his hair as the blood rinsed down the drain. Once he was clear of all blood I wrapped my arms around his chest and held tight. Holding him close to me as the water pounded down over us. My lips pressed against his chest, hot tears stinging my cheeks.

Eric's hands tangled in my hair as he held me closer. After a few moments, we separated long enough to wash each other. As the water started cooling he lifted me out of the shower. We took the time to thoroughly dry each other off before he carried me to bed.

He laid me back on the bed and stared at me with a mixture of love and lust in his eyes. I held my breath as I met his eyes. I watched as the lust was pushed back and I was left with only love. He slowly crawled on top of me, resting his weight on his elbows. His head dipped down and his lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. My heart ached as it swelled with the tenderness of the moment.

He shifted slightly, my legs spreading to accommodate his hips between them. He broke our kiss and held my face in his hands. Eric's eyes never left mine as he slowly slid deep inside me. I gasped and cried out as he buried himself to the hilt. He started working himself in and out, taking his time with his strokes. He made sure I felt every inch of him as it entered me.

My fingers dug into his back as he slowly drove me insane. He never picked up his pace, instead he remained slow and steady. I felt the tremblings of an orgasm building low in my belly. He shifted again so he was brushing against my nub with each stroke. Eric looked into my eyes one last time before kissing my lips, and then lowering his fangs to my neck.

When he broke skin my orgasm tore through me. I could feel myself tightening against him as he pulled mouthfuls of blood from my body and shook with his own orgasm.


Hours later we were still curled up against each other in bed. Something on the dresser caught my eye.

"What's that?" I asked Eric, pointing to the small box, wrapped in gold paper.

"I'm not sure. Wedding present?"

"Pam said she has them all in the basement of Fangtasia until we finish remodeling the other house."

"Open it and see."

I swung my legs off the bed and made my way over to the dresser. I grabbed the gift and climbed back in bed next to Eric. There was no gift tag, or any indication who it was from. Pulling at the gold paper surrounding it, I quickly tore open the give. Inside the box was a note.

Sookie and Eric,

Dreams can come true.


I looked at the note and then looked up at Eric.


6 Months Later

I sat on the floor, laughing my head off at Eric. He had always been amusing, but watching him try to put together a crib had to be the funniest thing I'd ever had the pleasure of viewing.

"Can't we just pay someone to do this?"

"No, come on, this should be fun."

"The directions are wrong."

I smiled, remembering us having this exact same conversation in a dream that seemed like it happened a lifetime ago. The only difference was the setting. Eric and I had decided to build a new home instead of remodeling his Shreveport home.

Two pairs of hands reached out to rub my huge belly. I looked over at Micah and Pam. Fresh from their honeymoon, my favorite married couple were excited to see how much I had grown in the few weeks they had been gone.

Eric stood and pulled me into a hug. This time, I didn't cry because he couldn't fit his arms around me, I was just happy that he was here with me. He placed on hand on my back and guided me downstairs along with Micah and Pam.

I looked over all the new baby gadgets laying around. Pam and Micah were holding hands and kissing as Eric poured me a glass of sparkling cider. He poured expensive blood into champagne glasses for himself, Micah, and Pam.

I held my glass up as I looked at the people who I loved most in this world.

"To second chances?"

The all raised their glass and then took a sip. Eric stood behind me, one hand laying possessively on my stomach.

"A second chance. I'm the luckiest vampire in the world. I love you Sookie Northman." I turned in his arms and softly kissed him.

"I love you too, Eric Northman."

My world was finally complete.

The End