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At The Mercy Of His Emotions	By : TwilightKey17 Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 4150 -:- 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 1: "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that."
I had returned. I didn't know how long it had been, but I was back. Back in Bon Temps, back in the place I literally ran away from. I didn't know how long I was in Fae, but I knew in the back of my mind that I couldn't stay there forever. Even though it was the most beautiful place I'd probably ever see in my lifetime; I just couldn't stay. My grandmother didn't raise me to be a quitter. While I was away I tried hard to deny it; some small part of me wouldn't let me fool myself for long. I was running away, I was quitting, but not anymore. I was back. I was afraid. Most of all, I had no clue what I had waiting for me.
I had been back just a few seconds and I could sense the change in the air. Not just the difference between Fae and Bon Temps, but the difference in Bon Temps since I last left it… however long ago that may have been. I don't know what it was that I was most afraid of. Seeing Bill again after he so securely ripped my heart out of my chest? Seeing all my friends, and so-called friends, and hearing all of their overbearing thoughts? Trying to pretend that my life could one day, maybe, be normal? Or maybe I was afraid of Eric? Not afraid in the sense that I thought he was going to hurt me, I don't think any part of me believed that Eric would ever physically hurt me.
I thought of him more than I expected to while I was away. A part of me knew that it was more than just the blood. It had to be. Eric hurt me so much emotionally, but he only could have done that if he held even a small piece of my heart. If I was completely honest with myself the idea of Eric holding even a microscopic piece of my heart scared the bejesus out of me.
While I knew that the emotional pain that Eric cost me was not intentional, and that he had a pretty damn good reason to do what he did, it was still hard to think of ever trusting him. My relationship with Eric had always been odd, but somewhere deep inside of me I believed that I could trust him. Yet, after our very heated kiss he left me, alone, without answers, only to return to take me as his prisoner. A girl's got to process that kind of thing. Everything was explained, and by his actions he saved us all, but still… I was the one that had to live in his betrayal.
Sitting in that basement I had time to think about how I ended up there. What decisions led me there? As I thought I couldn't blame it all on Eric. Instead, I blamed Bill. He brought me into this Vampire world that I didn't fully understand.
After Eric told me the entire truth about Bill (while he was still covered in the cement that Bill tried to enslave him in) my theory was only confirmed. I could be angry at Eric for keeping things from me, but I understood why he did it. I couldn't hate him for it.
But Bill… he was different. He came to Bon Temps with a plan to seduce me by any means necessary. He let me get brutally beaten so that he could feed me his blood so that I would be attracted to him. Was he so worried that I wouldn't like him on my own? He lied to me every day that we were ever together.
Eric may have kept things from me, but he never truly lied to me. Except for the Nazi Werewolves thing, but I let it slide since he came clean so quickly. He did trick me into drinking his blood, but that was just Eric… I should have known better. I don't excuse him from it, but it doesn't compare to what Bill did. Eric deceived me for my own good. Bill lied to me, every day, for his own gain. The difference, though slight to some, was tremendous to me.
My internal debates made the short walk from the cemetery to my house seem exceedingly long. I didn't know what time it was, but I assumed it was in the am. I don't know what I was expecting to find when I returned home, but this certainly wasn't it.
Eric.
Eric was standing outside my house; he blended into the darkness, in his usual dark jeans and black shirt combination. While I was at Fae I saw some of the most beautiful men imaginable. Women could only dream of such men, but to me none stood a candle next to the Viking God that was Eric Northman. I had to stop staring into his eyes. I knew that he couldn't glamour me, but his presence was like a glamour in itself. He was too… consuming.
After forcing my eyes to look somewhere else, anywhere else, I took a closer look at my house. It was white. My house had always been white, but I mean it was like new. All of the filth that it acquired during Maryann's visit was gone. I couldn't be sure about the inside, but I had a feeling that it had undergone a similar makeover. Something told me that Eric had something to do with all of it.
Eric and I stared at each other, not moving, not saying anything, for longer than I can remember. I stood there thinking that I would let him speak his peace, and I would really listen to what he had to say. I remembered quickly that this was Eric, and he wouldn't say anything, not until I did. I also wasn't naïve enough to think that I could win a silent treatment contest with a thousand year old Vampire.
"Eric? What are you doing here?" I finally said after our long silent glare showdown.
"Sookie."
Just the way he said it let me in. I felt the pain in the solitary word that was my name. "Where have you been all this time?" I could tell he was fighting to keep control of his voice.
"How long exactly have I been gone?"
"You do not know?" His eyes felt like they pierced my soul with their intensity.
"I know that where I was time worked differently, but I don't know exactly how long it's been here."
"It has been one month since you disappeared. Where have you been? Were you hurt? Tell me." His foot moved to take a step, but then he reconsidered and stayed still.
"Eric, I can't exactly tell you where I've been 'cause I don't quite know. I just know that it was a different world all together; a world for fairies. And no, they didn't hurt me. But I went there hurt. Completely broken from everything I learned about Bill. I just… needed to get away."
"And so you thought that leaving, without a trace, without a word to anyone about where you may be going was a good idea?" His voice was becoming very agitated, and I was not okay with that.
"Listen here Eric Northman you are not in any position to judge any of my decisions. I think you lost the small, and I mean small, right you had to that when you chained me up in your basement!" His face showed an expression I wasn't expecting from Eric… shame.
"You know I did that only to save you. I was ready to meet the True Death, but I had to make sure you'd be okay after. I couldn't run the chance of Russell ever touching you. Sookie you may not be mine, but I will not allow anyone to harm you." He spoke through his teeth. He was one part angry and one part ashamed of his own feelings.
"Do you exclude yourself? You caused me pain." I felt terrible as soon as the words left my lips. I knew why Eric had done what he did, and I had even forgiven him, but having him in front of me only made me want to tell him everything I thought about while I was away.
"That was not my intention." He didn’t look me in the eyes when he spoke.
"That doesn't make it right." An argument for arguments sake, and I knew it.
"I am aware. But you need to know that I would do it again. If it meant that you would be safe. Even if I had met the True Death, I would do it again."
"Why?" It came out as a whisper, but I knew he heard me.
"I do not know. But you are... important to me."
Within a blink he was gone. I couldn't be sure of it, but something told me I would see him again soon. Eric and I weren't done, not by a long-shot.
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