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At The Mercy Of His Emotions	By : TwilightKey17 Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 4151 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, or any of True Blood's fabulous characters. I make no profit from this story, I just like to play with Eric/Sookie for fun.

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Chapter 2: "This is the beginning."
I tossed and turned all night. My brain felt like it would pound straight out of my head; something no Tylenol could fix, but Eric just continued to be at the forefront of my mind. And the thoughts about why I could possibly be thinking of Eric only caused my head to pound even more. I wished my Tinkerbell powers could make me understand what was happening between me and Eric.
Would he really go so far to protect me as to risk the True Death all over again? Why? I'm just… Sookie. He could have any person, or Vampire, he could possibly want to have, and he chooses to spend his time saving me? He could have just given me to Russell and spared himself, but he didn't? Why? Could the Swedish Viking actually have a heart? I’m not sure, but I do know that I am grateful to be alive, and I know that I'm only alive because of him.
When I finally stopped thinking about Eric's talent of continuously saving me I started thinking of him as a Vampire. As the kind of Vampire I've understood him to be. Eric seemed to be fair when it came to Vampire politics. I could see how much he cared about Pam; it was actually kind of sweet. His hatred for Bill shows how territorial he can be, but not in a way that scared me off of him. And then there was… Godric.
Seeing him on that roof with Godric I saw a totally different Eric. He was so vulnerable. When I saw his eyes bleed I felt as if my heart was being crushed by the weight of their thousand year old love being lost. I just wanted to help him so badly, and I just couldn't do anything for him. I felt useless.
Thoughts of consoling Eric actually help me drift off to sleep.
When I woke up I started wondering why thoughts of, the possibility of, consoling Eric had been so peaceful to me, but when I remembered the headache I had caused myself, I figured it would be best not to worry about anything I didn't understand just yet. Unfortunately there wasn't a whole hell of a lot I did understand lately. But at least when it came to Eric I'd worry about it when I saw him.
I called Sam sometime before noon to tell him I was back; I thought it was smarter than to just show up. Especially since I didn't know where everyone thought I had been for the past month. A month, at least I knew I had been gone that long; thanks to Eric. Sam was certainly surprised to hear about me; relieved was more like it. I got a slight lecture and I promised him I'd be at the bar around 2 P.M. to talk to him in person. That would give me enough time to shower and get dressed. I didn't bother making lunch; I decided that I would just get something at Merlotte's. I just wasn't in the mood to cook. There was little I was in the mood for.
Walking into Merlotte's I felt more of an outcast than ever before. I'm used to people staring at me because of my telepathy, but they were staring at me like they had seen a ghost. I guess I was a ghost to them. I just up and disappeared. They could stare all they wanted, but did they have to think so loud? Even though I was only in Fae for a few hours it had been a month for everyone else, and apparently my shield was out of practice.
The first person I saw was Arlene who looked like she was in a frenzy. I felt kind of bad for leaving her to pick up my slack, but I hadn't known how long I'd been gone. I took a b-line straight to Sam's office in the back. I couldn't give anybody the truth about where I had been, so I didn't bother with any pleasantries. My grandmother would not have approved.
I opened the door while knocking, which kind of negates the purpose of knocking (since you're supposed to wait and all), but Sam was expecting me.
"Knock. Knock." I said, too afraid to say anything else.
Sam gave me a slight disapproving look, but then he got up from his desk, made the walk over to me, and gathered me in his arms into an overly tight hug.
"Sookie. Don't ever do that to me again." He breathed the words into my ear.
"Sam. Can't breathe." He loosened his grip, but he didn't release me from his embrace. "I'm sorry." I added.
"What happened?" Sam had unwrapped his arms from me, but now he stood in front of me holding my hands.
"It's a long story, but I went somewhere where time was different. I didn't know I was gone for so long. I didn't mean to make you worry. I definitely didn't mean to leave you short staffed. I'm so..."
"But you're okay?"
"Yes, but..." He let go of my hands, and sat on top of his desk.
"Then I forgive you. You know you always have a job here, no matter what Sookie. Besides that, how are feeling?"
"Better. Not great though. Everything I found out about Bill just changed my world. Ya know?"
Sam gave me a confused look, and I remembered that he didn't know. I was in such a panic to leave after I found out about Bill that I just abandoned everything and left. I hadn't explained the situation to anyone, and I very much doubted that Eric would be handing out that information to just anybody. I wasn't even sure Pam knew. I decided that I would give Sam the truth, and as quickly as I could possibly get the words out.
"I left because Eric found out, and told me, that Bill was sent to procure me for the Queen of Louisiana, or something, and that on the night that we met he let the Rattray's beat the ever lovin' ‘F’ out of me so that he could feed me his blood." I thought that was just about everything he needed to know.
Sam was speechless for a moment, but then he just said, "I'm real sorry for you Sook, but I'm here if you need anything, and don't worry about your job it's here for you, but you take as long as you need to come back."
He just smiled after that, and rubbed my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. Sam was too sweet. I sincerely hoped that he would find someone worthy of him real soon.
I left out of the back door of Merlotte's and just went straight home. I realized that I hadn't called Jason yet, and did just that. He actually lectured me about letting him know if I was going out of town. I found it kind of sweet. Besides that he wasn't too mad, just happy was back, and promised to be by someday soon for lunch; which meant I'd be cooking lunch for him, but I didn't mind.
It was getting into the late afternoon and I had the urge to get ready; so I did. I took a shower, put on one of my nicer sundresses, fixed the curls in my hair, and put on just a slight bit of makeup. When I looked in the mirror I appreciated the work I had done to myself, but I wondered why I had decided to do it all. I looked out the window and saw that the sun had turned into that blue/grey twilight, and then I knew. I was going to go see Eric.
I don't know when I had decided this. I don't even think it was a decision to be made, but Eric and I had a lot to talk about, and I couldn't wait any longer. The idea of seeing Eric again made my stomach turn in knots, and I couldn't understand why, but I wasn't going to back out of this. I grabbed my purse, my keys, and got into my small car and headed to Fangtasia… the bar with a bite.
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