BNP: PT. 5

**A/N:  Apologies for not replying to those who’d kindly left comments and reviews on the last part, but I figured you fantastic humans (oh, say, any vampires in the mix? I have…questions) would enjoy the STC chapter instead.  I adore receiving good reviews and comments – hell yeah I do!, and replying to them is, to me at least, part of the fun (you people are awesome and hilarious and clever and insightful and inspiring and did I mention hilarious?) in participating in the fanfic world.
I gotta say that I’m thrilled – and floored – by how well this fic has been received.  This started out as an exercise in expanding my writing style and was initially meant to be a one-shot that kind of…grew…during the writing phase.
Finally:  Eric and Sookie meet in the next part (YES!!), but you guys need to know this part first…  I hope it doesn’t disappoint?**

Suddenly aware of the three pairs of eyes watching and documenting his every move, Eric commanded Misty to stay put then rapidly glamoured the onlookers to forget his visit and to return to their work. He then blurred from the room carrying the human who bore his Sookie’s scent over his shoulder.

The second door he tried revealed an empty meeting room, so he placed his burden and source of hope into a chair and locked the door. He grabbed another chair and moved to sit directly in front of her.

“Where is Sookie,” he demanded as his eyes bored into the woman’s dazed gaze.

“At the catering kitchen most likely,” came her monotone response.

“Where is the catering kitchen,” he demanded, but as he heard and memorized the location, he evaluated and discarded half a dozen ill-formed plans. Finally he decided it would be in his best interests to discover what he could about Sookie from this woman who knew her well enough to wear one of her hairs.

Speaking of…he leaned forward and impatiently acquired that loose hair, and held it gently to his nose.

“Why do you smell like Sookie and how did you come to have her hair on your person?” He ignored the growling undertone to his voice.

Eric fought to temper the rising tide of “mine” and “how dare you touch her” as he knew them to have no basis.

Yet.

“I don’t know,” Misty replied, then thought, her dazed expression barely changing. “It could have been when I hugged her earlier.”

“And why did she need this hug,” he demanded harshly.

“Tonight’s crew is excellent but we have some divas who act up sometimes. She was frustrated and I wanted to stop her from firing them all again.”

“Why would she fire them?”

He thought quickly. He had to make the best use of his time with this woman as he wasn’t sure how long it would be until her absence was discovered. As each micro-second passed, the impatience in his blood pulsed faster, harder. Sookie was so close…

“She’s the co-owner with me.”

It flashed briefly through his mind how literal glamoured humans could be.

“How long have you known Sookie?”

Misty mentally calculated. “Around nine years or so.”

Eric felt as though a fist had landed a hard shot to his gut. In all the ways that counted, this woman had known his Sookie longer than he had.

He cleared his throat.

“How did you meet her?”

“My dad hired her to waitress in his restaurant.”

“How did she go from waitressing for your father to co-owning a catering company with you?”

“We became friends, sort of. Slowly.”

Something about the way the woman said her glamoured words pricked Eric’s attention.

“What do you mean by “sort of”?”

“Sookie isn’t close friends with anyone, not really.”

“Why?”

Sometimes open-ended questions led to curious answers.

“I don’t know.  She’s very private, very reserved.  I don’t really know anything about her that’s not somehow related to work.”

“Who are her closest friends?”

“She doesn’t have any, really, so I guess that would be me.”

Sookie didn’t have any close friends? This wasn’t the Sookie he had once known. That Sookie…she had valued her friendships in the past, had sometimes valued them too strongly and definitely to her own detriment.

If she had no one here, he couldn’t imagine how lonely she must have been.  Surely she was still in contact with the Bon Temps Idiot Brigade, but they were in Louisiana, not here in Arizona, so wouldn’t she have made friends here?  Especially after having been here approximately nine years…

What the fuck was going on?

“Tell me everything you know about Sookie, everything, no matter how insignificant,” he ordered this woman who knew his Sookie longer now than he had back then.

This fact bothered him on a fundamental level but he couldn’t explain exactly why, even in thought. He had no claim on Sookie. He couldn’t even call her “friend” – from any logical viewpoint she was an acquaintance at best.

The thought was considerably unsettling.

“She doesn’t get frustrated easily but when she does, she goes ballistic,” she started, obviously recalling the events of earlier that evening for some reason. “Sometimes she seems a thousand miles away, and sometimes she’ll fall into a bad mood for a while and you can tell she isn’t sleeping again, but then you can tell she’s coming out of it when she wears her blue nail polish.  Those are her happier times.  She’s…she’s a good person but she’s complicated.”

A thousand miles away?  A bad mood? Not sleeping again?  Blue nail polish? Misty’s tone implied the words carried more weight than he could immediately detect. The Sookie of his past wouldn’t wear…or would she?

It galled that he wasn’t certain – it felt like something he should know.

She’s complicated…he knew that phrase would repeat on a loop in his mind later, but refocused his attention as the glamoured woman began speaking again.

“She doesn’t like being out after dark, and she loves baking in the sun on her rooftop.”

That made a sad sort of sense to Eric as he listened to this woman’s prattling without interrupting. In the way of the glamoured, the woman’s speech was somewhat slow but continued in halting bursts.

“Sookie is a wonderful cook and can bake the best pies but she would rather sit behind her desk.”

“What does she do on her time off?”

Eric was concerned about the amount of time that was passing and made an effort to keep the woman chattering as much as possible.

Maybe if he could learn about what she did for fun…that information could come in quite  useful.

“Sometimes she drives around for hours on her rare days off and I don’t think she goes anywhere specific.  She just drives.”

This was…

“What else does she do?”

Misty began rambling again.

“It’s been a long while now but I’ve found her crying in the corner of the catering kitchen twice but she wouldn’t say why.”

Sookie cries? Why? The thought of his Sookie curled up crying in a corner of some room meant for cooking broke his heart more than a little.

“She didn’t say why?  What do you think was going on?”

“I don’t know.  She’s very good at leaving the room before I can ask her questions but even if I do ask, she’s even better at dodging the questions.”

Eric figured that was Sookie’s telepathy at work.

Then Misty continued in the manner of the glamoured.

“She doesn’t date very often and breaks up with them if they try to get too close or ask too many questions or want more from her than just sex and some laughs.”

Eric stoically pretended a rusty blade hadn’t just pierced his already sore heart. He knew he had no room to talk, none at all, but that didn’t stop the sharp ache. Being glad she had found at least some small comfort was well nigh impossible, but he would try.

Later.

Maybe it would work then.

“She works hard and she’s never sick, even when a bad flu made its rounds a few years back. She’s why we started this catering business anyway, because she’s such a good cook.”

Irritated that the woman’s speech seemed to wind down at the wrong time, he ordered, “Explain.”

“When Sookie was still a waitress, one of my dad’s breakfast cooks had to quit suddenly and left dad in a bind, so she stepped up and saved the day. She was a cook from then until we opened up shop. She’s the one who named the business.”

Eric’s eyes dropped down to look at the woman’s name-tag, and it hit him.

Tasty…Morsels.

Lorena fucking Krasiki.

No wonder Sookie preferred to avoid the night.

As Eric concentrated on piecing together this new information, he came to the conclusion that he didn’t honestly have all that much from back then to compare anything to…he hadn’t actually known her, or all that much about her, then, either.

But he’d known what was most important, and felt it to still be true.

For a brief moment in time Sookie had been his, and would be again soon if…  He cleared his throat.

Misty had gone quiet again so he prompted, “How did she end up in Yuma, Arizona of all places?”

“I don’t know,” was her sole reply, so with frustration he acknowledged that she truly had no idea.

“Do you think she is happy?”

It didn’t sound as though she was and he didn’t want to ask, wasn’t sure what he would do if the woman said she was – leaving her alone wasn’t tenable, but he had to know.

“No. I don’t think she is.”

Ashamed of his relief and determined to make it up to Sookie somehow, he nodded as though her glamoured eyes would pick up the social nicety.

“What is her home address?  Her number?”

Once he committed that information to the infallible part of his memory, he asked, “What is her schedule for the next five nights?”

When he heard that she would be coming in at noon the next day and working until her regular quitting time at five, he nodded and commanded Misty to proceed. Sookie would be working the next two days, off for the following two, then back to work again.

That could make things a bit more complicated but at least she was to remain in the area, he thought with a fangy grin that fell when he remembered her habit of driving around aimlessly on her days off.

His strongest desire, of course, was to rush over and claim his Sookie immediately, but the schemer in his head warned that the logistics needed to be hammered out before he struck.

A glance at his watch confirming how little time had actually passed since securing the glamoured human, he eased back into his chair, strengthened his hold on her mind, and spent another twenty minutes gathering what information he could.

After Eric was satisfied that he knew as much as Misty did about Sookie’s habits, known likes and dislikes, and anything else either could think of, he released his hold on the human’s mind after ensuring her future cooperation.

Once back in his suite guards and banquet be damned, Eric paced a track in the expensive carpeting.

Sookie…of all people and after all this time…

Sookie.

He hadn’t bothered trying to get over her, not after he had realized that there hadn’t been all that much to get over, not really, not there at the end.

They had shared a connection, sure, a deeper connection than he’d ever had with anyone else, but it hadn’t been strong enough on her part to survive all the bullshit going on during the brief time they’d been in each others’ spheres.

Their meetings had always been more like collisions, brief, for the most part, and always intense. The haven he had found in her arms during his amnesia episode had since muted into something of a dream.

He figured it was self-preservation.

Everything that had come afterward had happened so fast. It had been too much too often too…everything. Between having to deal with his cracked Queen, the Authority, Hep V, Nora’s death, the Yakuza, Steve Newlin’s psycho-wife, the cure…

It had been too much; he had been so tired. By the time she had chosen Compton yet again, he had been too numb to really care.

There hadn’t been enough of him left to care.

He couldn’t say he’d been searching for her, either. Days, sometimes weeks, even the occasional month, would pass between times she would rise to the surface of his mind, but he’d learned quickly how to put stray thoughts back into their appropriate boxes.  Her’s had never stayed shut, thought – the lid didn’t fit for fuck.

Dwelling wasn’t his style but then neither was forgetting.

And now…now she was so close.

He withdrew that fine strand of long blonde hair from his pocket and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. He was glad she hadn’t cut her hair short or dyed it.

It dawned on him then that she was also using her real name, too.  It appeared that while she’d been running, she hadn’t been hiding.

But what had she been running from, and why?

To the best of his knowledge he’d neutralized all threats to her safety before he’d left. He’d certainly tried.

Maybe it was the memories?

Odin knew she’d been emotionally destroyed by Compton innumerable times…not that he’d been entirely beneficial to her himself.

Those times, however, had been for broad safety reasons, and he’d thought she’d known, that she’d understood later.

He could have, should have, explained better, more…something…

He exhaled.

None of them had escaped unscathed from the chaos that had run rampant in Louisiana.

The hollow joy he’d felt upon learning of Compton’s inevitable death had been more than overshadowed by the knowledge that the cowardly bastard was sniffing around Sookie yet again and would probably succeed in manipulating her somehow.  Eric knew for a fact that Compton would willingly break her soul to pander to his own need for dramatics.

The fuck-up’s overly-dramatic refusal to take the cure proved that.

And she would have let him. Time and time again she had almost eagerly succumbed to Compton’s malignant lure – it was almost as though the throw-back vamp had managed to glamour her somehow. That’s the only way her strange choices made any kind of “sense” to him.

Another two laps through his suite had him calling the “caretaker” underling again, this time to have him dismiss and remove the rest of the women in his entourage. He couldn’t stomach the thought of touching any of them, and even their blood had lost appeal. As he was ending that call, something tickled at the back of his mind.

Pam.

Her behavior recently had been in no way out of the ordinary, very typical…too typical, in fact. That alone should have made him nervous.  Queen or not, Pam was Pam.

There had been no need whatsoever for him to attend this particular conference in this particular location yet she – with Jessica’s help – had not only made his reservations and smoothed the way but ensured that his schedule was cleared, and in the end had virtually insisted he go.

Her guilt trips were quite the production.

A long while back she had given up nagging him about the growing length of his hair, but then she suddenly began harping on it again three weeks ago.

Something was up.

But there was no way she could know about Sookie when even he hadn’t, not with his contacts. It wasn’t that he’d been actively looking for her since he didn’t think there would be any reason to, plus he figured she deserved to be free of the bullshit inherent in the supe world, but his far-reaching contacts would have mentioned to him if she’d been seen in their area…if she’d let them see her, that is.

The wildcard, though, was Willa. He knew that his two Daughters were somewhat friendly and were in irregular contact with each other.

The last he’d heard, Willa was in…

“Pamela,” he intoned when she answered his immediately placed call. “Speak.”

When he finally ended what turned out to be an extremely interesting and unusually long conversation with his child, he contacted the hotel’s concierge.

Ten minutes later he was in the chair receiving a hair cut from the hotel’s acclaimed barber on duty.

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Sookie woke up the next morning with vague memories of soft dreams dancing in her head.  She’d had good dreams that night…really, really good dreams.

Somehow she just knew in a way she couldn’t explain that those dreams about Eric had actually happened.  Somehow she knew that some of the things she dreamed, the good things, the bad things, and the really, really good things…they had really, truly happened….

It pissed her off that she couldn’t touch and feel and know…and remember…that reality.

Confused, irate, and pissed off because of that blend of irritated confusion, Sookie stomped and banged around her home before shrugging on her bathing suit and hitting the lounge chair on her rooftop.

The strong dose of sexual frustration raging through her system didn’t help.  Those dreams, combined with the string of increasingly mediocre lovers she’d had before giving up on that whole “friends with benefits” thing a while back, added no joy to her day.

She had less than an hour and a half to “baste and broil” as Misty called it before having to shower and appear by noon, but it was worth the effort.  The sun, she had realized over the years, was her salvation when things were going nuts, when her memories became dreams and her dreams became memories and she couldn’t trust which was which.

It was telling, she thought, that everything had been fine before The Cowardly Asshole had shown up in her life.  Hell, it was getting so that she couldn’t exactly recall what he even looked like, just what he’d said and done. She could remember everything normally from before then.  Granted it was in bits and pieces as memories were naturally kept, but they were there and they were accessible and damn it, they were clear.

Other things were becoming clearer in her mind as time slowly ticked on, things seeming to return to the front as though they were no longer afraid to show their little memory faces now but had been before.  She could remember working at that stupid smelly bar, could remember Maxine downing her Diet Coke with her tub of fries, could remember Hoyt and Jessica and some of her co-workers.  She could remember the librarian at that dinky local library, could remember Lala and kind of missed him sometimes, could remember Arlene and Willa even though she didn’t really know her all that well.

She could even remember Pam and how the vampire had hated her, jealous she supposed over that connection she had with Eric.

She remembered Alcide, some things about him anyway, but for some reason they didn’t make a lot of sense, but her gut told her that he wasn’t all that important to the here and now.

Her gut never lied – she’d learned that along the way at some point.

Some things in her mind were still distorted, though, mostly things about Eric and The Cowardly Asshole now..  They would appear in and out of a bank of strange fog and smoke playing “catch me if you can”.

Things were distorted even after she’d left back there, but that made a weird sort of sense to her.  She’d been in the middle of having a breakdown while driving down the Interstate for fuck’s sake, so of course things from then were foggy as hell.

She remembered buying her first bottle of blue nail polish, though.  She remembered crying in some store’s parking lot and she remembered wanting some hot food, too, but those events were sometimes a bit hazy, but more like memories usually were.  Wanting to buy that silly nail polish, though…

It was the first stark, clear, 3-D memory she could recall after having left…there.

She set the alarm on the battery-operated clock she’d started using instead of her phone with its unreliable battery, and proceeded to fall back into a nice, comforting sleep.

Work started at noon and while it was going to be a boring night, she still had to be there.

**A/N:  And that’s where Eric and Sookie are, respectively and so to speak.   Can you see now why it stopped being a “one shot”…?  And before you ask (in case you skipped the initial A/N): first contact will be made…lemme check…ahh, here it is – the next part.  So, what’d ja think about THIS part?**

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73 thoughts on “BNP: PT. 5

  1. Pingback: *tosses new BNP Part and hides* | Addicted to Godric…& Eric…& Andre

  2. I think…you’re killing me! I want the rest of the story and I want it NOW! *cheeky grin*
    I’ve always had this theory about the Sookie/Bill b/s. Given the fact Eric was able to glamour Sookie in Jackson (SVM, not TB) after she was staked because her willpower was at an all time low, I think that Bill managed to glamour her the night the Rats beat her near to death and then used blood control on top of it to make damned sure she was compliant to his wishes.
    he just didn’t count her stubbornness into the bargain. Unfortunately her stubbornness/faeness only served to confuse her/muddle her thoughts/brain so she wasn’t really acting like the Sookie everyone knew before Bill came on the scene.
    We never really got to know pre-Bill Sookie but I have a feeling that her self preservation skills were a lot more honed before vampire blood was introduced into her system.

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  3. loved Eric’s interrogation of Misty…. he got some answers and i wonder if he got the rest from Pam courtesy of Willa. I have a felling Willa and Jessica knew where the girl was. as for Sookie, i am still curious to why her mind closed off that time and why she thinks her dreams are false and not real… i wonder if when she sees Eric her memories will unlock or will she just think he is a mirage. until then, post soonest. KY

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  4. I think I want to know what Pam had to say to Eric. Glad That light bulb finally flared to life when he thought about Pam & Willa’s relationship and where Willa had been. As for Sookie’s memory, really want to know if it is just Faerie Sookie protecting her by suppressing them or if there was some foul play of the witchy variety involved in this. It just seems to strange that she can pull memories of her life before the CA, and even during if it doesn’t have anything to do with Eric or the douche bag. I really cannot wait to read the next chapter! And thank you for the bonus chapter. It brightened my week so much!!!

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  5. I’m so very happy you didn’t leave this as a one shot!!! I am so looking forward to them seeing each other face to face. Also to Sookie’s reaction to it….and then Eric’s reaction to her reaction. Did that even make sense? LOL!

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  6. You are killing my undead life. Just stake me now.

    First, elsewhere,, Eric’s car.

    Now it’s Eric’s hair.

    Perhaps I will send Fenrir to visit.

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  7. Now wait was there supposed to be an Eric/Sookie reunion in this chapter??? Oh no that’s right the NEXT one, got it! Damn Eric nosey/stalky much lol. But I do love how he kinda still has the feels for her even if he is denying it a tad bit. And I do believe that I totally thought Pam was setting his ass up but I’m not gonna rub that in or anything but did I mention…. Another awesome chapter and I will sit here patiently while going on a hunger strike waiting for the next chapter…

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  8. Gotta say I’m really enjoying this story. Glad Sookie made a life away from LA and away from waitressing. Glad to see her comfortable financially, even if there’s a Viking-sized hole in her heart. Can’t wait for more…

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  9. Thank fuck he cut his hair! I am a short hair Eric lover all the way!
    I wanted Eric to rush off and find Sookie at the conference but I’m glad he didn’t. He’s being smart about this, gathering information and thinking about his approach. It does seem like she might spook easily.
    I can not wait until the next update!!! I pray that it is soon…soon as in tomorrow?? Kidding not kidding😜

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  10. It is interesting to see the way that some issues are treated by our own minds, to continue to survive. All theories are possible, if we include magic on the mix, but magic apart (either glamor or blood or …) everything can be explained as a survival instinct. Our mind tries to make us forget the happy moments, knowing that existed, until you wonder if they were not figments of your imagination, when your life is monotony and routine. For Eric, he can not forget because his vampire mind make that impossible, but choose not to remember. For Sookie, is better to think she never had such a thing and her mind is what allows human being and taking control of their survival turn fairy.

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  11. Eric doesn’t seem to know the final blow Bill struck with Sookie, guilting her into driving a stake through his sorry heart (should have been his ass, but of course that wouldn’t have been fatal). I know you are laying the groundwork here for their first meeting so I am trying not to be impatient as you build the momentum, but DAMN, I want them to find each other again. Right, next chapter, okay, I’m good with that….and am so curious about what made Sookie’s memories fragment like that, reaction to the stress of her last encounter with “Beehl”?

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  12. I so want to hear that phone call to Pam. It’s no wonder that Sookie’s mind fractured and hid certain memories. I wonder if it’ll all come back at once when she see Eric like his memories rushed back? Truly enjoying this story and cannot wait for more, but guess I have no choice but to wait for your kind loving heart to share it! 😉

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  13. What do I think? I think this is my favorite of all of your stories! I love it! I’d love to have been a fly on a wall and overheard that conversation between Eric & Pam. I love that he cut his hair! Mostly I love that you continued this story! Thank you. 🙂

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  14. I wonder if Pam realized Eric has a Sookie sized hole in his heart. She loves her maker. I think she would try to get him to Sookie because of that, even if she despises Sookie. Actually, Sookie did hurt him and that affected Pam’s attitude. Yeah, it does appear that Bill’s appearance on the scene started the down-spiral in Sookie’s life. Her mind/fairy nature has been protecting her, giving her time to heal. I don’t think she will really heal until she and Eric come together again. Good for Willa for spotting her and telling Pam, if that’s what happened. I’d love to have heard that conversation. Great chapter. I’m ready for the next one.

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  15. tj6james6: I explored something vaguely along those lines in “She’s Back”…it had a nice creep factor, lol. Pre-vamps Sookie had to have been a lot smarter about people in general. Granted she didn’t have to rely on social cues to get a feel for the person since she heard it all in their head, but through that she’d have had to have realized that at heart most people are good-ish but that they can’t be trusted all that much. Does seem like she should have applied that to Bill…barring his blood/glamouring tendencies…

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  16. kleannhouse: Thank you! I love envisioning Eric in “glamouring the human” mode! More will come out about the conversation between Eric and Pam and Willa’s contribution…not the whole thing, but bits and pieces. More about the state of Sookie’s mind will come out too, eventually. It all ends well, though, of course, lol.

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  17. missingjasamalways: As we go along a little of what was said between Pam and Eric will be dribbled here and there, well, the gist, mainly. And I can go ahead and spoil ya – no witches were involved in the making of this fic (lol). Glad you liked it!

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  18. sluggysmom: Thanks! At first it really was just going to be a really long one-shot, something around 10,000-ish words or so, but it kept growing and growing…and growing… Eric and Sookie do come face to face in the next Part… And yes, it made total sense! 😀

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  19. dragonfey57: Sorry…can’t kill you now…but the next Part will be up sooner than later if that helps?? 😀

    (*Tell Fenrir to bring donuts…my coffee is lonely!)

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  20. charity6201: Yup, next Part! Eric has done a pretty good job of not allowing himself to think TOO much about Sookie. He did the smart thing in closing off that part of his past – the whole “clean break” thing – so he could concentrate on other things, but just because he tucked that part of his past into a box doesn’t mean the lid stayed tight. *tosses over donuts to help with that hunger strike*

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  21. teachert99: Thank you! She’s pulled herself up out of the mess in LA and she’s really done great for herself, but it’s time to re-find the other part of her heart… 😀

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  22. Jackie69: Thanks! I’ve sprinkled little bits here and there of the Eric/Pam convo, the gist of it mainly, if that helps. Pam’s still not in love with Sookie, but she’s a far more mature version of herself. 😀

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  23. askarsgirl: I’d love to have seen Alex with long REAL hair just to see what it’d look like, but yeah, I detest the wigged look. Too fake! Plus I could totally see Pam ragging on him to get it cut, lol. And ohhh he so wanted to dash off RIGHT THEN to see her, but he’s a smart ol’ guy and knew he needed to think things through and go in with a plan (for what good it’ll do him…oops, did I drop a spoiler?).

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  24. cari1973: You’ve got it! Exactly! The mind is a terrible, beautiful thing, and will do what it must to ensure survival. When things such as the “fairy spark” and other magics are introduced into the mix, anything is possible… 😉

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  25. valady1: More – a lot more – will come out about what’s up with Sookie’s memory issues…and I totally agree – a stake up Bill’s ass wouldn’t have been fatal, sadly… Sookie’s final scenes with Bill *do* play a huge part in what’s wrong with her, but there’s…more… (I hope that was suitably omnipotent and ominous enough? I’m practicing both…)

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  26. mom2goalies: “Kind and loving heart”…BWAHA..HAHA…HAHAHAHA! 😀 Good one! 😉 There’ll be bits and pieces of Eric’s conversation with Pam, mostly the gist of it. Pam’s still not a Sookie-fan, so she’s still true to her TB character in that way, but she’s matured (finally), and wants her Maker to be happy. And, if it takes a Sookie to do it, she guesses it’ll be ok… *snort*

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  27. msbuffy: Awww, thank you!! It’s been interesting… Lol, little bits of the Eric/Pam conversation will come out here and there, the gist, mostly, but rest assured that Pam is true to her TB self in that she still doesn’t actually like Sookie…but she’s matured enough to be willing to tolerate her, eve help her, for Eric’s sake.

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  28. murgatroid98: Exactly. Pam does love her Maker and he has her complete loyalty, so she’s never going to fully trust (or stop despising) Sookie because she’s always going to remember how Sookie treated Eric and the brash risks Eric had taken on Sookie’s behalf.

    I wish there had been room for Willa in this story as she was the perfect wildcard, but there really wasn’t. She’ll be mentioned a couple of times, but that’s about it. But yeah, she doesn’t have that same negative feeling for Sookie as Pam does…

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  29. Natsgirl: Thank you! In any other story I might have gone with the action and dribbled the background into the scenes as things unfolded, but in this instance Eric needed his own block of air-time, and to a lesser extent Sookie did, too. Glad it went over well!

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  30. I’m super loving this whole story, but right now I’m pouting because the stupid next button is not here!!!! I need more, I need to see what happens, I need a lot of things, and the fact that we know Eric and Sookie are gonna come face to face next part…here next button, I’ll send your maker copious amounts of coffee if that will make you show up!!!! Loved it and am gonna sit here stubbornly pushing refresh until it shows up to give me MORE!!! 😉

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  31. I think she DID apply everything she learned to Bill BEFORE his blood entered her body. If I remember right, she thought he was creepy and rude the first night she met him.

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  32. ashmo2000: Pam…although I haven’t really given her any air-time in this story, you can tell by her actions that she’s matured and gotten over that strange jealousy. She’ll never like her because of the shit she’s seen her put Eric through, but she’s loyal enough to Eric to know that he needs Sookie in his life. And heh, yup – Eric is ready! 😀

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  34. Absolutely loving this story . I love the way you have captured Sookies emotional turmoil , the place she has ended up and the person she has become . My heart went out for her as Misty recalled all she knew of her to Eric especially her rocking in the corner . So looking forward to this story going forward and how Eric is going to plan his approach . His life since has seemed just as lonely ( not counting the physical gratification ) .

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  35. It’s amazing to me how much fairy Sookie hid from human Sookie so she could function but didn’t hide it from her dreams. I just hope that she doesn’t have a meltdown when she meets up with Eric. Loving this so far.

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  36. suzymeinen: The one place we can’t escape from ourselves and what all’s going on in our universe is in our dreams. Fairy Sookie and human Sookie worked together outside of Sookie’s conscious mind as best they could but those lines of communication kept being more and more distorted. Glad you like it!

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  38. Since Sookie already has 2 parts to her ( fairy and human) I really do not see how she did not end up with multiple personality disorder. She is very fragmented. Will Eric care enough to stick around and help her to become whole again?

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  39. Willa, did she find Sookie? Was this Willa’s way of gently reaching out to Eric. I would get it if it was. Willa had a right to be angry. But it is sometimes hard to reconnect after you are over the anger. Hope that Willa gets back into Eric’s life before this finishes too 🙂

    Pam, manipulative bitch. But lovingly, not bastardly lol.

    Time to meet up!
    Next!

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  40. Mwahahaha! Boring night indeed! Hmm sounds like slimy Compton got his glamour-hooks into Sookie’s unsuspecting brain. Wonder what Pam said to get him to cut his hair?

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