Again, wow! You guys make me grin ear to ear every time I open my inbox with all your comments, and I didn't even get too much Dave hate! As I promised in the last chapter, this is an ERIC AND SOOKIE fic. That is all I can say, for now. Say it with me. Eric and Sookie.

You guys rock my socks, and a couple of you even noticed a few little nods that I've been throwing in, the most noticeable of course being Dracula, er, Vlad, who is as close to Night Huntress Vlad as I could manage. If you haven't read this series, what are you waiting for! There are a few more little shoutouts in upcoming chapters, to some of my fave fics, and people. See if you can find them!

Thanks as always to Missus T, who keeps me on my toes!


We started walking, and it wasn't long before I sensed two voids. I grabbed Dave's hand again, and stood on my tiptoes, and whispered in his ear, "I think there are vampires here. And close."

He looked around somewhat frantically. Dave had no vampire experience. He'd been surrounded by Fae as a kid. "Where?"

"Not right here. But close. They're moving fast."

And then I was tackled to the ground by Pam. She, of course, hadn't aged a day. But then again, neither had I. I looked up at her briefly, before Eric pulled her off of me, and I scrambled back, against Dave's legs.

"Pam, do not drain her." He said, quickly, before wrapping me up in his arms and laying a kiss on me, the likes of which I'd certainly not felt for a hundred years. A thousand years of kissing skill was not something easily forgotten. I kissed back at first, feeling the bond re-ignite like a struck match. First a spark, and then a full on flame. "My Lover." He whispered in a way that made my toes curl.

And then I remembered my husband was standing right behind me. Behind us. "Eric, no." I smacked at him, a few times, before he put me down. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here." He said, before pinning Dave up against a tree, quite savagely. "Who is this? Has he harmed you?"

This was hard. Harder than I'd imagined it being, even after a hundred years, and he wasn't even my boyfriend then. Why the hell was it so hard? "This is Dave. My husband." Dave knew all about Eric. It wasn't really fair that he knew nothing about Dave.

Eric looked at Pam in a way that broke my heart before dropping him. "I am your husband," he said, almost too low for me to hear.

"I think the statute of limitations ran out on that a long time ago, and I did leave this dimension." I knew I sounded cruel, but I also knew he hadn't been sitting around pining for me either. There was no way he had. "Eric, I didn't think I'd be able to get back, and what were we to each other even, then?"

Dave, who had taken all of this in but admittedly had no experience with vampires, finally spoke. "Look, Eric," his voice was wavering. Although Eric wasn't much taller than him, he was certainly more intimidating, especially with his fangs out, and they were very out. Dave had this great goofy quality to him, which was one of the things I loved about him. That, and the fact that I couldn't hear him. And he was also a telepath. "I love her, and we've gone to the ends of the world to be back here so we can actually be together, without being thrown in Fae jail, or tortured, or forced to create a few more mostly Fae babies with Fae that we hate." He took a step back from him. "You had your chance, and from what I've heard, you blew it."

I glared at him. I'd never said that. "Dave."

He shrugged. "What? He did leave you to die, did he not?"

I nodded, sadly. Niall had simply told me that he was unable to come. That was all. I knew it was more than that, hoped it was more, but after all this time, it didn't really matter. We all stared at each other, silent, for quite some time. "Eric, we can't go back." To Faerie, or to a hundred years ago.

"And I cannot help you," he hissed, angry. Of course he was angry. "Because you do not trust me."

Pam sighed in exasperation. "Eric, go back to the house. Please."

He glared at all of us before he stalked off, at vampire speed. I could hear the door slam, even though we were quite far out in the woods. Had be bought Gran's house? "Pam, what the hell?"

"Sookie Stackhouse, for someone that used to be quite human, you're all Fae now, aren't you?" She walked around me, and from her tone, I knew that it wasn't meant as a compliment. The way she said Fae was quite accusatory. "He's been pining for you for nearly a decade, and you've occupied his thoughts for far longer. You didn't have the dreams?"

I looked back at Dave, who was clearly flabbergasted by all of this. "Dave, take a walk."

Pam nodded. "The house is that way. He won't hurt you, just stay out of his way."

He shrugged and started walking. "I guess drained is probably better than the alternative." Yes, things were that bad. He wasn't exaggerating. Being drained was a great alternative to life in a Fae jail.

I sat down, my back against an old tree. "How many years has it been here?"

Pam raised her eyebrows, before sitting down beside me."A hundred. Exactly. How many for you?"

"A hundred."

Pam looked at me curiously. "And you haven't aged."

"I drank the Kool-Aid." Lots and lots of the water. I wasn't sure what the effects would be now that I was back, but I certainly hadn't aged there. "Where are your pants?"

"No one wears pants anymore." She laughed. "So you're Fae, then. You smell like Fae. And for the record, I had no desire to drain you. I was simply pleased to see you."

I hugged her, tight, and oddly enough, she hugged back. "I'm not all Fae. You mentioned the dreams. He had the dreams?"

She nodded. "Yes."

My best and worst fears confirmed.I put my head in my hands. For the last few decades, I'd wondered if it was possible. They were unlike the other dreams I had which, for years, had been of my torture at the hands of Thing One and Thing Two, whom I soon found out, were quite similar to many other Fae. "All of them?"

"I would imagine." She shrugged. "He had a lot of them. I could always tell, because he'd have this look in his eye, when he'd get up. The same one he had when he was cursed. Baffled, but happy."

"I don't know Pam. What do I do here?"

She cocked her head at me. "Do you love the mostly human?"

I loved Dave more than I'd ever thought it was possible to love anyone. The amount of shit we'd been through, both separately, and collectively, over the last thirty years was both incredible and horrifying to even think about, let alone to have lived through. We'd killed for one another, carried each other when we couldn't walk any further, starved so the other could eat. The last five years had not been easy, not by any means. "Very much."

"Then Eric will deal with it, but you'll have to understand, he may not deal with it well."

"Pam, it's not like he waited for me. He thought I was dead."

Her face tensed, slightly. "Do you know what happened, after you left?"

"Of course not. I was dead, or there. I didn't exactly ask questions." Niall had been very hush hush about the whole thing. One minute Bill had been kneeling over my body, and the next minute, I was surrounded by beautiful men and women dancing. It had been slightly bizarre.

"Bill is dead. Victor is dead. Eric was almost dead, every morning for three years. We left, after that."

"Bill is dead?" I'd dreamt about that, but I had no idea why.

"He burned your house down in the process. Idiot." She picked at her nails. "Anyway, blah blah, lives destroyed, blah."

"My house is gone?"

"Like a hundred years ago. Get with the program." She sighed. "Sookie, I don't know what this will do to him. Looking for you has given him a purpose, of sorts. I don't know what will happen now."

"Pam, I can't leave my husband, for someone I haven't seen in a hundred years who never even told me he loved me. And he didn't come for me. He could have prevented all of this, and he didn't. Because of stupid vamp politics. What is he now? King of North America?"

"Eric is nothing now. He's Eric. And for the record, he couldn't come for you. Let's get that out of the way." She fished something out of her tiny purse, and handed it to me. "I saved these, on the off chance that this ever came up again."

It was a phone, or a camera, or something. "I don't know how to work this."

She rolled her eyes. "Look."

With a press of a button, she'd created a projection of sorts into the night sky. Pictures of Eric, life sized, chained in silver, cursing someone who I thought was Victor Madden. I hadn't thought of him in a long time. "Is that that night?"

"Yes, Sookie. Neither of us could go. We called Bill. How did you think he ended up there?" She rolled her eyes. "It's not like we would have sent Bill, unless there was no one else."

I hadn't thought about it. I'd just been abandoned, left to die by the one person who had always protected me. "Oh."

"So you'll see why he perhaps has some objections to your claim of abandonment."

I could feel him through the bond, and it was devastating. I'd never felt anything like that coming from him, before. Not even the night I'd been taken by Lochlan and Neave. "I guess I should talk to him."

"Perhaps." She rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you'll say though."

Neither did I.

We walked back to the house, which although from the outside resembled Gran's old house, now looked like an ultra chic bachelor pad on the inside with leather furniture and an ultra modern feel. It was quite shocking to see through the windows. "So he fixed the burned down house?" I asked Pam.

She shook her head. "No. The house was long gone. He rebuilt completely about ten years ago, when he found the door."

"He found the door?"

"With Corrina."


"Vlad's child. She's lovely. I think you'd quite like her."

"What?" I had no idea what she was talking about.

Pam rolled her eyes. "I'll write you out the cliffnotes, sometime. Maybe you'll meet her. I don't know." She stomped up the stairs.

Dave was sitting on the porch, looking up at the stars. "I didn't go inside."

"Probably a good call." I leaned in and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I need to talk to him."

He glanced at Pam. "A minute please?" She nodded, going inside.

I sighed. "I'm sorry about all this."

"Don't worry. I'm not bowing out, even with your crazy vampire friends." He pulled me onto his lap. "We'll get through this."

I nodded. We looked at each other for a minute. "You can hear them, can't you?" I'd just known somehow, from his reactions to things. His telepathy was much stronger than mine, even though we could both just read Faemans in Faerie.

He sighed. "Yea."

"I can't." And I was glad. So glad. That was the last thing I needed. "Don't say anything."

He shook his head. "I wasn't planning on it."

I pulled myself up. "I'll be back in a bit. Want me to send Pam out for company?"

"No." He winked. "I'm not good with vampires."

"Maybe you'll get better." I ran my fingers through his hair, before kissing his cheek. "Back soon."

I walked in the house, which was as strange from the inside. It was lovely, just so weird to see the room configuration in completely different materials, like steel and shiny hardwood instead of the worn floorboards that I remembered. Pam nodded to where the cellar door used to be, and I went down to find Eric sprawled out on a huge L-shaped couch. I sat on the far end, my hands in my lap. "Hi."

"I don't want to talk to you." He stared straight ahead.

"I want to talk to you, though." I sighed. "I owe you an apology."

"For what?" He wasn't looking at me.

"For not trusting that you would have come for me if you could have. For showing up here looking for you, because I was looking for you. I didn't know you were looking for me. For being with someone else, and just expecting you to deal with it. And for the dreams."

He glanced over at me. "They were just dreams."

It wasn't fair to tell him what I wanted to, but I had to say it. "No they weren't. Not to me. When I was making replacement babies for all the Fae whose deaths I was responsible for, and married off to a man I hated looking at, let alone sleeping with, the few nights I shared with you were really all that kept me going, even if they weren't real. Although it seems they were, now. I missed being here. I missed this life so much, even if it was completely fucked up while I was living it. I missed you and Pam, and your crazy vampire politics, because at least, in some small way, I was in control of my own destiny, even if that meant relinquishing my life to you sometimes."

He sat up, somewhat stiffly. "Sookie, I cannot change what has happened."

"Neither can I."

"I'll leave tomorrow." He nodded, slightly.

"No. It's your house."

He shook his head. "No. It's yours."

After about twenty minutes of silence, I finally got up, retrieved Dave from the porch, and found my old room, which now looked it belonged in some hotel that I would never have been able to afford in the past. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the very comfortable pillow.

True to his word, Eric packed up, and was gone at dusk. Dave had tried to shake his hand, and thank him for leaving and giving us a house, but he was uninterested, ignoring him completely. Pam left with a shrug and a smile, and another unexpected, but welcome hug. "I'll be in touch."

And then we were left there, Dave and I, wondering what the hell had happened, and what was next for us.

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