A/N I am absolutely bat crap crazy because I am starting another story. This one has been in my brain since that cluster fuck of a season finale aired and it just won't leave me alone. This first chapter is fairly short, but I feel like it works out better all on its own. So I'll just finish off saying that none of these fabulous characters are mine, I just feel the need to take them out for a spin. Enjoy and leave me some love.

Watching Warlow die brought me a great deal of comfort and a great sense of relief. After everything that he had done and that he had put me through I was glad to watch him turn into a pile of goo on my bathroom floor even if I did have to clean him up, it would be worth it.

My joy at his death was short lived though. A minute or so after I watched what I assumed was his fairy light leave his blood, I was filled with the most intense burning sensation that I had ever felt in my life. The pain brought me to my knees and there was once name that came to my lips above all others that explained what was happening. "Eric."

"Sookie, my child, what's happening?"

"Sook, you okay?"

"It's Eric. Warlow's blood, its effects died with him and Eric is outside in the sun somewhere." I reached up and took Niall's hands in mine. "I need to get to him Niall, please. He's burning, he's dying and I need to get to him. I can feel his pain; please you've got to help me to help him. I need to stop his suffering." I clutched Niall's hands tighter and focused only on Eric, on being able to get to him, to see him. I focused so hard that I barely noticed the air around us change.

It only took a few seconds, but I was quick to notice I was no longer in my house, but somewhere cold and wet under my knees, but I didn't care. All I cared about in that moment was getting to Eric.

I let go of Niall's hands and started running to where I saw Eric burning. The fact that he was naked meant nothing to me at the moment; all I wanted to do was save him. I threw up my hands to send my light out to help him, but it didn't work. Of all the times I wanted to have my powers work, this would be number one.

I started to run right for him to try to dose out the flames that were surrounding him, but Niall stopped me before I could get close enough Niall grabbed me and held me back. "No Sookie, it's too late. There is nothing that you can do for him now."

"NO, he can't die." I looked over at him and he was looking back at me through the flames that were surrounding him. I could see the bloody tears that were running down his face and I wanted to save him more than anything. I couldn't stop my own tears from falling as I spoke to him, probably for the last time. "Eric, I am so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for my Sookie. I'll be with Godric and Nora again." I could see that he was fighting the burning as he continued to speak to me. "I want you to know that I love you Sookie, I've always loved you since the first moment I saw you walk into my club. I know that I should have told you sooner, but the feelings have always been there and I will love you forever no matter where I end up."

"I love you too Eric, I'm sorry that I didn't pick you that night."

"It's alright. Be happy my Sookie." With those final words spoken, I watched the great Eric Northman turn to ash.