Valentine’s Night, Ch. 2

Valentine’s Night, Chapter 2

**A/N (continued at bottom of story):  Your incredibly nice response to my mental meanderings in this story have been amazing and I have taken delight in every single review.  Srsly, thank you!  And, to all my lovely “guest” reviewers who I can’t thank personally: Thank you for your fantastic support! About the story:  Just keep in mind that this is ANTI-CANON… where anything is possible up to and including Sookie loosening up a bit in her thinking *and* in her letters.  I just hope I came somewhere/anywhere close to capturing Eric and Sookie’s “voices.”  Please see the rest of this painfully majestically long A/N at the bottom of the chapter if you’re still reading at that point. Unbeta’d as always, and thank you for reading.**  


My Dear One,

In reply to your letter, for which I am more thankful to receive than I can even begin to express:

Of course I wish to be friends with you, and it is completely up to you as to which kind of friends we are:  friends with benefits, friends who are lovers, betrothed friends who are lovers, eternal friends who are lovers – whichever one is your choice, of course.

In retrospect, I freely admit that the loss of your friendship has cut deeper and sharper than any blade ever could.  With you, and only with you, I could be myself. 

When we first met, I had to be Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area 5, but very quickly I found that I could, sometimes, let parts of Eric Northman, the 1000 year old Viking, leak through.  With my title and responsibilities, however, I had to be very careful about how much of my true self I could allow anyone, even you, to know, and at the time it bothered me greatly that I wanted…you…any part of you, my love. 

Continuing on, the fact that I wanted you to know anything about “the real me” caused me a great deal of unease, but I felt a growing need for you to see beyond the Sheriff’s imaginary badge.  What I did not understand during that time was that I was falling in love with you, so my desire to know you, and to have you know me, made no sense to me.

During my amnesia, when all the years of necessary posturing and responsibilities were magically gone, you and I were both allowed to finally become acquainted, in my case reacquainted, with the man I used to be.  To this day I envy that man; together you and I were simply “Sookie and Eric.”  While I was still vampire, there was no need for posturing.  There were no responsibilities beyond protecting you and myself.  And when I remember those hours spent simply talking with you in front of your fireplace, and those other hours spent in your arms, I know I have lived the best nights of my life.  Many are the times that those memories, and the mere possibility of having that with you once again, are all that have kept me from meeting the sun.

How can I say this?  I miss laughing with you.  Our senses of humor got along quite well, don’t you agree?  I miss seeing your eyes light up and sparkle during a shared joke.  I miss watching you sleep.  I miss knowing you watched over me during my day rest.  I miss your scent, your warmth, your smile, and yes, even your temper, Fairy Sookie.

Speaking of which, I never told you the silly, slightly atrocious, little ditty that often weaves through my mind during particularly difficult times:

        When Fairy Sookie comes to play

        My darkest night turns bright as day.

        My Pledged beside me come what may

        My inner doldrums she does allay,

        When Fairy Sookie comes to play.

But I digress.  You have that effect on me to this night. 


You are the sunshine that banishes the darkness of my eternal night, and I miss…you.

I will apologize once again, and will continue do to so until you accept my apology, for lacking the courage and the intelligence to speak with you about the impending marriage.  You are correct;  in my pride and shortsightedness, I truly believed that I could not only prevent it from occurring, but I also believed I could, and should, shield you from knowing of such things in the first place.  Obviously none of that happened, and I apologize for not being more open and honest with you.  You deserved to know, and I failed you.

You have every right to your bitterness, anger, and frustration not only regarding everything to do with my Maker’s arrangement, but with the implementation and dissolution of OUR pledge, as well.   I will NEVER regret pledging to you, Sookie.  Never.  My only regret is that the actual event didn’t receive a ceremony with the solemnity and respect it deserved.  I would gladly pledge to you again on any night of your choosing.

You also have every right to the bitterness, anger and distrust caused by my behavior to you during our last encounters.  I will strive until my final death to make that up to you in any way I can.

Sookie, once again you are entirely correct – trust is indeed a major issue between us, one that must be resolved before we can hope to move forward, as Pam insists the daytime television pseudo-therapists claim.

Honestly, my love, I do not know how to go about regaining your trust.  In the past, I would never have cared enough to even bother trying.  As is usual with us, dealing with our relationship is, once again, proving to be a unique dilemma.

Unfortunately, I can think of only two ways to prove to you that I am worthy of your trust.  One way is unacceptable to me, and the other way would, I’m sure, be unacceptable to you.

But…what are your thoughts on this?  How do you think I may regain your trust?   What must I do?  Tell me, and if it is within my power, it will be done.

Moving on to better things, I regret absolutely nothing that I have done to help you, and I wish to once again make it clear to you that until I no longer exist, should you ever need anything, it is yours no matter the cost or reason.

Your friend with every benefit you may desire,


PS:  The daisies are a product of a system of conservatories established by an associate of mine, a former bartender you may remember by the name of Felicia.  That marriage not only turned my entire world upside-down, it also disrupted the lives of all those who owe me fealty.   Several vampires chose to leave the area rather than suffer the fallout of my situation, but those most loyal to me chose to stay nearby in case they could be of assistance.  Consequently, many were forced to discover other, safer, occupations.  It seems that long ago Felicia’s family had enjoyed what you call a ‘green thumb’.  When I gave her a choice of occupations in return for her proven loyalty, she chose to set up a botanical garden of sorts, and included several large greenhouses dedicated to preserving and enhancing local flora.   I am certain she would appreciate a visit if you should happen to be in the area; the gardens and greenhouses are adjacent to the royal grounds.   You may recognize several varieties of plants native to your own grandmother’s garden.


Eyes and nose red and swollen from squalling like a heartbroken toddler, Sookie smoothed out Eric’s latest letter, then gently placed it on the end table as she headed to the bathroom to wash her face.

She’d been shocked to receive his reply to her letter, and of course another huge bouquet of daisies, the very next day after she’d mailed her letter to him.  The older male Were who had made the delivery had looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t immediately place him.  She’d politely accepted his delivery and gone back inside.

After carefully depositing this newest letter on the table in front of the sofa, she’d replaced the older floral arrangement on her desk with the new one.  She fed the kitty, made herself a hot cup of coffee, then sat down to read.

And read.

And read.

And laugh.  She just shook her head at Eric’s little ditty.

And read more.

At first she’d been stunned at the length of the letter, and a small smile had graced her lips as she perceived his joy in being able to write her back – even if her permission to do so had been implied rather than expressed.  She’d tried to feel insulted at his nasty talk at the start of the letter, but the attempt wasn’t even half-hearted. Before long, however, all humor left her face.

The more she read, the more she felt.  Small but startlingly fierce bouts of angry bitterness still came and went, but were more and more often replaced with a lingering sorrow she hadn’t wanted to feel.

Melancholia, a word from the last “Word of the Day” calendar she’d bothered to buy herself a while back, was a stronger and deeper feeling than she’d thought, and she didn’t like it one little bit.

Coffee forgotten, she read his letter straight through four times in a row.

As she now gazed at her weepy reflection in the bathroom mirror, she tried to calm herself down by remembering comfy, boring things, since that usually worked in situations like this.  After a few minutes she realized that the only boring thing that kept coming to mind was her relationship with Sam – her entire time with the Shifter had been mind-numbing.  Staid.  It had been comfortable, true, but in a bad way, like shoes that were too worn out rather than comfy like soft, flannel pajamas.  Comfortable like being in a rut but the rut was so deep the sides were the only thing visible.  The kind of “comfortable” made her miss a certain red ‘Vette.

She’d been comfortable with Eric, too, she realized, but comfortable in that “held close to his chest” way, in the “beautiful new coat” and “smooth driveway” and “arms that held her while they fought off the enemies” ways.  Comfortable in the way that he “got” her…in the way that she’d thought she understood him, too.

With a sigh she returned to the living room and added another log to the fireplace.  As she curled up on her soft, old, comfy sofa, TinaTwo, her young cat who looked remarkably like the first Tina, hopped up for a snuggle.  She had no idea exactly how old the little cat was or even where she’d come from; T2 had just appeared one day about three… months… ago…

She gave the purring cat a sidelong glance, then scritched her head as she begged for a petting.  After the kitten’s mysterious appearance, she’d taken her to the vet for a good check-up, and discovered she was thought to be approximately twelve weeks old…just the right age, she now theorized, to have been thoroughly weaned from her mother and deposited on a suspiciously handy front porch.

Sookie leaned her head back against the back of the sofa with a thump.

“Oh, Eric,” she whispered aloud, “what are you doing?”

Neither expecting nor, thankfully, receiving a reply, she absentmindedly continued petting the now not-so-mysteriously-appearing cat as she listened to the non-existent sounds in her home.  With the television and other noise makers off, all she could hear were the nighttime sounds of the house settling.

The silence was no longer quite so comforting as she recalled feeling more alone in Sam’s company than when she had actually been alone.

That was a problem she certainly never had with Eric around, she thought wryly.  Even when he’d been asleep for the day (she’d never thought of him as being dead), his presence was still noticeable, and when he was awake?  She laughed out loud – there was no way to ignore Eric freakin’ Northman.  Even during nights long past when she’d dared to attempt such a thing, it just hadn’t been possible to pay him no mind no matter how hard she’d tried.

For the first time since a couple of months after Sam’s attack, Sookie cast her mental net out over the yard, then the woods surrounding her house, and listened.  She wasn’t the least bit surprised to feel the thought signatures of two stationary vampires at the edge of the woods.

While she knew she should feel protected, and she did to an extent, suddenly the house seemed too quiet.

She went to her desk and automatically stroked the newest delivery of lovely fresh daisies.  They truly brightened up the old desk, and she found that she didn’t mind them at all.  After a last lingering glance at all the vases of flowers placed around the room, she withdrew the pretty new stationery set that she’d just happened to find when she’d gone to the mall in Shreveport the previous afternoon.

That she’d bought it at an exclusive stationers emporium wasn’t to be discussed.




I don’t know about being friends with you again, and no talking nasty, either, but if we WERE going to be friends, then I’d need to get some things off my chest, and I’d need some answers.

I’m still unsettled, I guess you’d call it, about that pledge-marriage thing you did with me.  I know now why you did it, and I appreciate it, Eric, I do.  But I would like to at least have had some say in it.  I would like to have at least been asked first!  I get why you didn’t, but still.  That’s always bugged me.  And I know it’s a vampire thing, but just handing some knife over to somebody does not constitute a marriage ceremony to me.  It was just too, I don’t know, cold.  Plain.  As much as vampires love their rituals, you’d think y’all would have a huge ceremony full of pomp and pageantry for something as important as a pledge-marriage thing!

And Eric?  Married people talk.  They talk to each other about their day, or in your case, your night.  They talk about their pasts and they talk about what they want for the future, and then they make plans together for that future.  Neither one of them makes decisions for the other, or for the both of them, especially not without talking about it first. 

In a true marriage, both people make decisions together, and then they work together to make it happen.  TOGETHER.  Not you making all the decisions and not even telling me what you’re doing.  That’s not fair, Eric, and it’s not right. 

Although I can’t say that in any marriage the responsibilities and the decision-making will always be shared 50/50, but you’re supposed try your best to make it equal.  And if something big comes up, you TALK to the other one, you talk and you figure it out together. 

I get that your first priority is always going to be about any and every aspect of safety.  And I know that you have over a thousand years’ worth of knowledge and experience in pretty much everything, but especially when it comes to not only safety, but vampire safety, too.  I get that – I do.  But when you don’t tell me about things, when you don’t talk to me before making big plans, it makes me feel left out.  Undervalued.  Like you just don’t care about how I feel. 

Looking back, I admit that I was horrible at listening to you the few times you did try to talk to me about important things.  I was terrible at taking your advice for what it was and maybe even learning something from you when it came to safety or vampire politics.  I’m sure I made bad times even worse, even more stressful for you by not listening, and by not asking the questions I should have asked, and I’m sorry for that.  I can’t sit here and write out a list of your faults without including my own, can I?

You know how I said something about how we’re bad for each other?  Well, I think this whole communication thing is where we kept going wrong.  Times have changed since you’ve tried to have a relationship with someone, Eric.  Men and women are equal now, and have equal power and input when it comes to relationships.  I get that you may not be used to that, but that is a problem.  I tend to be somewhat hardheaded sometimes, well, according to Gran I used to be, and I doubt I grew out of it.  So…there’s that.

Anyway, you’re wrong.  You didn’t fail me with the marriage.  That was all your a’hole Maker’s fault.  The part where you chose to not tell me about it, yes, that was on you, but the rest of it was his fault, not yours, so stop blaming yourself.  Now that I think back, and now that you’re actually telling me about it, I can see that you worked and thought as hard as you possibly could to find a way out of it, and I’m really sorry that it didn’t work.  I can’t imagine what all of that was like for you.  You didn’t deserve to be treated like that by any of them. 

I don’t know if telling me about it would have helped at all, but it surely wouldn’t have hurt.   As you most likely know, Mr. Cataliades handled my divorce.  Well, during one of my meetings with him, I’d asked him if anything could be done about your situation.  He said no, that there wasn’t anything (legal) that could have been done to prevent it unless you had invaded someone else’s territory and became a king yourself so that you could have voided the contract as your own king, and that nothing could be done once the marriage took effect.   I’m just glad that you’re finally out of that whole deal.   

You didn’t deserve that.  We didn’t deserve that.

Now, I have a question I need for you to answer, and be completely honest with me. 

Why did you threaten to turn me when you knew, and know, that being turned against my will is the last thing I’d ever want?  What was that all about?  You have to have known that I would hate you forever, literally for forever, if you ever did that to me.  So, what was going on with you?


PS:  Stop sending daisies.  I love them but it looks like there’s greenhouse in here already.  If you have to send something, send firewood.  It’s cold.  What other kinds of flowers does she have, anyway?



King Eric Northman kicked back on one of the new matching leather sofas in his private office in the Palace.  Upon rising, he had been overjoyed, and indescribably relieved, to find another letter from his Sookie waiting on his desk.  Having one of his most trusted Weres, a cousin of Tray Dawson’s, in fact, stalk her mailbox for outgoing mail addressed to him had paid off handsomely.  He had not had to endure a nerve-wracking wait for her reply to be delivered by the local postal service.  Postal employees worked very hard but in this instance, days mattered more than his patience could bear.

He had already tolerated his evening’s repast…had already responded to the most pressing missives and emails selected and handed over to him by his highly-qualified second…now all that was left was the staring at the letter.

Unlike last time, he wasn’t afraid to read Sookie’s letter.  Instead of giving into the temptation, however, he chose to savor the delicious temptation…the glorious anticipation.

Finally, with fingers shaking from excitement and hope instead of dread and despair, he took the letter in hand and raised it to his nose.  An arrogantly self-satisfied grin curled his lips when he realized that the envelope and the contents within smelled new.

Years of storage in her grandmother’s desk had saturated the other stationery with the soft, older scent of wood, dust, and slightly sweet vanillin.  This new set held the brasher, harsher chemical odors of paper manufactured much more recently.

Eagerly but with carefully controlled movements he used his bejeweled, sword-shaped letter opener – naturally a gift from Pam – to slice open the letter, and was joyfully amazed at its length.

Good – he’d gotten her started talking…that was half the battle.  His Sookie was fierce when it was necessary, but when it came to affairs of the heart, her courage inevitably failed her when she needed it the most.

He had long considered that the death of her parents at such an early age had somewhat damaged her ability to trust people.  In her young life, the two people she was supposed to be able to depend on the most had, to all intents and purposes and through no fault of their own, “abandoned” her.  She was then left with a loving but elderly grandmother who was mostly out of touch with her granddaughter’s reality, a somewhat caring but flighty older brother, and the “gift” of being able to see all the deceptions that should have been hidden from such a young girl.  That her mother had disparaged her gift so painfully, and that her great uncle had been a pedophile, didn’t help.

Eric rose and began pacing as he considered all the trials and emotional upheavals Sookie had suffered before he had even met her.  Even though Adele had loved her granddaughter, the fact remained that she’d lied by omission to Sookie every day of her young life.  He could only imagine how much easier things might have been for her if Adele had simply told her about her fairy heritage.  Instead, Adele had been prideful, choosing to hide her perceived shame instead of being loving enough to help Sookie understand just how very special she actually  is.

His hands fisting in impotent fury as he paced, Eric angrily considered the disrespect shown to Sookie not only by the barely sentient “good citizens” of Bon Temps but by her own moronic brother and useless fairy relatives as well.  Once again it pissed him off that there was little to nothing he could do about how she’d been treated in the past, but her future?

His face hardened in determination.

If she could find it in her heart to forgive him and to give him a fair chance, not only would all those who owed him fealty bow low before her, but he would place her by his side for as long as she wished.

He may be King, but she would be his Queen.

But, his shoulders drooped, how to make it so?

How could he prove his honesty, his sorrow, and his all-consuming regret at his ill-chosen words?

Was there even a way to go about proving to her that while he had, shamefully, meant the words when he spoke them, the inclination behind them was no longer there?

How could he possibly convince her that his threat to make her worst nightmare come true was no longer valid?

What should he tell her?  What could he tell her?

He sighed.  The truth, of course; he could give only the truth to Sookie.

He thought back to those disastrous final encounters and cringed yet again.  He couldn’t believe he’d said those things to her.  Of all the words he could have chosen to say, he had to threaten to take away her sun – the one thing she feared above all.

In his heart of hearts, he knew he’d been pushing her away, punishing her for not using that damn cluviel dor to solve their problems, but in retrospect, even if she had used it, even if she had gotten them out of the forced marriage, he knew their relationship would never have lasted.  It had been too unstable, and there were too many issues still festering between them.

He had negated her strengths and often her right to know and decide for herself, and had considered his love for her a weakness.  She had devalued his strengths and more often than not distrusted his motives, and had considered her own love for him untrue.

But still…they had loved, and loved well.

And now, miracle of all miracles – he had escaped from the enforced separation from his Sookie during her lifetime!  And she was, however reluctantly, still speaking to him, metaphorically at least.

But now he had to face the music.  She had the right to know.

Somehow, he had to accept his full blame; he had to put all of his remorse, his shameful dishonor, and his fear and his sorrow, down on a mere piece of paper, and hope and pray to Freya that the one who held his heart would read it…that she would read it, heed it, understand it, and forgive him.

Freya help him, he silently keened.  His true penance was about to begin.

This night when he rose, he had risen to something sadly lacking during the majority of his undeath:  hope.  His Sookie had responded yet again to his contact, and with more grace and honor than he’d have expected if he’d allowed himself to hope for such a thing.

His shoulders bowed, though, as he realized that he had no right to expect her understanding, much less her forgiveness, not after his threats and debasements to her.

But he was not a quitter.

Drawing on the strength of his need, his faith, and his ancestry, he took a deep, unnecessary breath, picked up his pen, and began the most soul-wracking exposition of his undeath.



Dear Sookie

My cowardly threat to you was seated in the deepest, darkest, most terrifying fear I had ever known. 

I was losing you, inch by inch, night by night, and something in me, some instinct, rose up screaming, fiercely demanding that I keep you to me at any cost. 

You are the one, Sookie.  You are my life.  My heart.  My light. 

Losing you meant that I lost everything worthy about myself.  Anything that was good or kind or warm would be lost without you, and I knew that.  My survival instincts knew that, and the beast that resides within me desperately wanted, needed, to rise up and take you, keep you, keep you with me forever. 

Desperation.  Fear.  Terror.  Pain.  Anger.  Frustration.  Panic. 

The deepest, darkest, most possessively primal part of me almost took over during that time, and that is what you saw.

I was at my weakest, and you will never know how furiously I fought with myself to leave you with your life, your sun, knowing as I did that I would most likely never see you again.

You will never know the cold, black depths to which I descended when that shackle of a marriage was thrust upon my shoulders, and I realistically knew you to be lost to me forever. 

That I rid myself of that prison DURING your lifetime…you cannot imagine the relief, the joy, and the incessant, desperate hope that I feel. 

That you are still willing to communicate with me on any level?  However unwarranted it may be, my heart soars.

I will do whatever it takes to prove to you beyond a shadow of any possible doubt that you can trust me implicitly.   

Unfortunately, as I have mentioned before, I can think of only two ways to prove to you that I am worthy of your trust.  One way is unacceptable to me, and the other way would, I’m sure, be unacceptable to you.

But make no mistake, my love.  I still and will always want you by my side, and if for any reason you were to ASK to join me in eternity, I would not hesitate to “bite first and ask questions later,” so to speak. 

It will not happen, however, until or unless you give me your express permission. 

I want you by my side.  I need you by my side.

But only by your own choice shall I have you.

I love you, Sookie.  It seems I always have.  I know I always will.

Yours any way you will have me,



Shaking her head while muttering about “that damn Viking”, yet completely failing to hide her smile, Sookie told the same older Were the location where she wanted him to dump the massive truck load of perfectly sized fire wood.   While the two younger Weres who had arrived with him stacked the wood, he handed her a vase of different flowers, beautifully scented heirloom roses suspiciously like the ones her gran had planted in the yard eons ago, four packages, and a letter.

After extending a gracious invitation to the Weres to come in for some hot coffee, which they graciously declined, she went back inside and placed the four packages of different sizes on her dining room table.

Sookie ate lunch and cleaned her kitchen, and looked at the letter and the packages.  She vacuumed her living room, and dusted, and looked at the letter and the packages.  She started a load of laundry, cleaned her bathroom, and then opened the packages.  She laughed at herself for her eagerness even as she eyeballed the letter with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

The new cranberry red coat, an exact copy of the one he’d given her so long ago, brought many tears to her eyes.

The next package revealed winter gloves, several pairs of thick socks, house slippers, a thick robe, and several pairs of thick woven pajama sets…all in cranberry red.

The third box revealed a winter weight silk cranberry red dress complete with matching sets of nowhere-near-winter-weight cranberry red lingerie.

The fourth box contained a thick wrap perfect for Louisiana winter evenings…in cranberry red.

Intrigued, perplexed, and just plain curious, Sookie quickly opened the letter without even making herself wait while she fixed herself a drink.

Later, shocked, confused, and distraught…with her anger and bitterness bluntly destroyed and fragile hope painfully resurfacing, Sookie did the only things she could think of at that moment.

She wrote Eric back, then politely got drunk off her ass.




What did you mean by this:

Unfortunately, as I have mentioned before, I can think of only two ways to prove to you that I am worthy of your trust.  One way is unacceptable to me, and the other way would, I’m sure, be unacceptable to you.

Tell me more.






 **A/N Pt. 2:  I’m relieved that y’all seem to like having Eric and Sookie write letters to each other. I can just see that having them write letters will make them both stop and think (while writing) to avoid saying anything that might antagonize the other (I’m lookin’ at you, Sookie…) or just come out wrong (Eric?  Yeah, you…).  You know how impetuous those kids can be…  And as for canon? *pffft* I’m just VERY  thankful that y’all seem to be ok with me combining personality points and events from both TB and SVM into this one story.  (And the part about the toothbrush in the last chapter?  Yeah, I kinda did that to an ex…)  Let me know what you think, and if you want the third and final chapter.  If you do, I’m going to TRY to have it up by Valentine’s night, but no promises.  Real life is rather hectic and isn’t playing well with my writing time.**




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63 thoughts on “Valentine’s Night, Ch. 2

  1. Pingback: Valentine’s Night, Chapter 2, is ready! | Addicted to Godric…& Eric…& Andre

  2. I love their letter writing campaign and you’re right– writing letters seems to make them both stop and think before “speaking”. It’s a refreshing change for them.


  3. Of course we want the third chapter, but we don’t want it to be the final chapter. I like that they are writing letters to each other. I think that when you write a letter to someone you are going to be your most honest and that is what Sookie and Eric are doing.

    I’m very intrigued by Eric saying he can only think of two things to make her trust him. One is unacceptable to him and the other to her.

    Please continue!


  4. lostinspace33: Thank you! I love the idea of writing letters. It allows the writer to be more graceful and specific in their words, and lets them “get the whole idea out” without interruption. Glad you liked it!


  5. gyllene: Thank you! Eric is being a bit…devious…with his phrasing in that suggestion. Curious Sookie was bound to fall for it…and it will be explained in the 3rd chapter.

    I think this letter writing scenario is giving them both a chance to be a bit kinder to each other, and allowing them to handle the heartbreaks and other issues of the past with more grace and less acrimony. Thanks for the great review!


  6. all the brave soldiers retired to pursue their fancies like horticulture or constructing meticulously fashioned fully rigged sailboats for collectors. Occasionally They could be seen about when E. would call and have need of their specialties and they would suffer to be called out of retirement.
    It is always the way with the great ones.


  7. Third and Last? Um the words hell no, I want more than three!!! Even a sequel!!! No LAST part on this. Third Chapter, oh yes….. Miss Karen!! How dare you threaten to take away my need for more of this with a threat on LAST chapter? You in NO WAY have any say that you can’t write these two. I couldn’t do this with you holding my hand.

    But yes, I agree that the letter writing is excellent, and has me crying for them both. They are baring their hearts to each other, and that is painful. The fact that they can think before they reply, priceless. It does help you can erase and rewrite the letters until they say what you want them to.

    I could see Eric’s anger about her past not coming across the right way to Sookie, nor her crying be anything he could stand, though both are cathartic to their processes of healing. and this is what it is, them healing from a past that they need to lance before they go forward.

    Yes, I caught on to Eric being tricky, with the exact same phrasing of what it may take in his mind to solve the trust issue. I think one of them is bonding, and the other? I have no idea. I wish though that Sookie had her own idea, and would have responded back with it, but that may be too much to hope for.

    Now, I am going to go off and see what I need to do to go to bed, I drank WAY too much tea and am wide awake. (Which may be the reason behind my lengthy note and the long chapter I had just finished.)

    Thank you for the chapter, And the next one would be greatly appreciated. Just that damn word Last needs to be left off.


  8. Kittyinaz: Sheeeit – your Eric and Sookie are the model for awesome!! I’ll be doing good to survive all the nerves I’ve got over 3 little chapters – but I’m very glad you like it.

    Is it bad to say that I love that I can give their characters a chance to say what they really and absolutely mean in a non-combative, non-interruptible, thinking-enabled environment? They really needed to talk – all along, every problem they had was caused by the inability of one or both of them to actually say what they mean with grace and thought.

    I’m glad it’s coming across that they’re each finally being able to deal with the past freely without having to worry about what anyone else things, even the other. You’re absolutely right – Eric would not be able to take the tears she needs to cry, and the anger he feels as he truly understands her past would be off-putting to her. But, privately, they get the chance to grow, shed, and rebuild themselves to who they are now.

    😉 You’re close…veeeeery close… Sookie, for once, is letting Eric drive that boat. He messed up at the end, so she’s (subconsciously?) letting him figure out how to fix it, and she’s finally willing to ask questions and actually listen to the answers.

    Thanks for an awesome review, and happy being-awake-from-tea times! ♥


  9. I’m sorry I agree with Wendy it’s just to good for there to be only one chapter left… Absolutely loving this and loving Eric… I want to make copies of your leading men and lock them away in my closet ….?


  10. Well thought out arguments on both Eric’s and Sookie’s parts. I love how Sookie is not afraid to grab the bull by the horns and asks what the hell Eric means by that ambiguous statement. And I like the point you make with the CD – it is so true that the relationship was too unstable to begin with, and using CD to change Eric’s marriage to Oklahoma or whatever to fix his situation would not ultimately save his marriage to Sookie.

    I’m so relieved that I’m not the only one who thinks these two should talk, and talk a lot instead of avoiding conversations as if on purpose (designed by CH, of course, ’cause if they talked, they’d figure things out, and she’d have to write them together again, and she’d die before she’d give her fans what they craved to read). Anyhow, I’ll be looking forward to reading the next series of letters.


  11. Tiffany: Thank you! I appreciate it!! (Just be sure to feed and bathe them regularly…the “what” and “how” are entirely up to y’all…) 😀


  12. AlphaEN: You are entirely correct: if CH had enabled actual conversations between Eric and Sookie, they WOULD have had an incredibly strong and successful relationship…which, to her, must be avoided at all costs lest the stars fall from the sky and the sun reverse course or something. (In fact, I went with Arkansas instead of Oklahoma to mock CH’s worsening {drunken?} tendency toward “re-imagining” {screwing up/forgetting/rewriting} her own plots and characters’ personalities.)

    I’ve read some really nice CD stories, and have enjoyed them, but it always nagged at me how Eric and Sookie’s communication skills never seemed to progress, and for them to be happy together, they both needed a crash course in How To Talk To Each Other 101–435, lol.

    The statement… Eric is being “deviously honest” with the ambiguousness. He knows that if Sookie is genuinely interested in having any sort of relationship with him, even friendship, her natural curiosity is going to get the best of her and MAKE her ask him about it. If she ignored it, then he’d know to either try a different tactic, or hold off and try again later. She asked. 😀

    Thank you for the awesome review – I really appreciate it!


  13. Well Miss Karen, I agree completely with Wendy!!!! Your means of communication between these two infamously hot-headed characters, who both have so much to say, is perfect!! It allows both parties the chance to really think about what they want to say, and make sure that it’s said the way that it’s meant!!!!! More please, and none of this last chapter crap!!! 😉


  14. missrissa81: ILYR! Thank you for a great review!! I’m so glad you liked it!! (Nooo promises…Ch 3 is plodding along nicely…)…(bribery is an acceptable suggestion…)


  15. Yes! Third chapter please!

    I have long used writing as a way to force myself to stop and examine whatever’s happening at the time; it’s therapeutic, what can I say?


  16. Just brilliant! I am still loving the letter format which, after all the conversations gone wrong in the final books (thanks CH!), allows them to cool down and write in a measured less hurtful way… Esp. Sookie who was less than mature when dealing with Eric (and for some reason allowed Bill and Quinn, even Alcide to get away with much worse shit). I will be sad if this finishes after chapter three but you have your plan… I think it would be incredibly romantic if they continued to write letters to each other even after getting physically in touch / together again… Eric is a total tease with the solutions he alludes to but doesn’t describe… I guess leaving Sookie alone would be unacceptable to him and Sookie accepting to become a vampire would be unacceptable to her? Can’t wait to find out!


  17. tj6james6: Although I don’t do it nearly as often as I should, I’ve always heard that “writing yourself a letter” is one of the best ways to decipher whatever insanity is going on in your life at that moment. And, 6 months later, when you look back at what you’ve written and compare it to how the situation turned out, you can see very clearly how your choices and opinions worked, changed, or grew. Thanks for reading!


  18. redjane12: (gets to tease) You’ll just have to wait and see-eee!! 😀
    Eric is being his devious self there with the allusions – he knows that if Sookie is truly interested in having any kind of relationship with him, her natural curiosity will eat at her until she asks about it. If she’s not interested, he’ll then know to bide his time, wait, then try again (since we all know he wouldn’t even consider actually giving up).

    She asked.

    Thanks for a great review!!


  19. Sookie’s last line is my own…tell me more, Mer…

    Best wrap up/lead in to a next chapter I’ve seen in a long time, I am really curious what Eric meant, as well…

    I think the length, whether you finish this in one or a couple more chapters is perfect.


  20. jrwatkins0711: Thank you, gorgeous – I really appreciate it. I do have to admit that I adore a great parting line, heh.

    Unless my muse gets unusually caffeinated AND inventive, so far it’s looking like one more chapter…unless the next one is REALLY short. At this point I have no idea, lol. ♥


  21. jrwatkins0711: Exactly. The punch is in the girth (content) rather than the length (number of chapters). I’m afraid that if I were to try to draw it out, it’d lose its character.

    Plus, I’m trying to get this story done so I can re-concentrate on all the OTHER ones I’m currently kinda/sorta/vaguely ignoring… *oops*


  22. A third chapter? Most definitely! This is great! Eric & Sookie should have written letters to one another a long time ago! They might have had a happy ending if they had! (giggles) I just love how you capture Eric’s arrogance & Sookie’s stubbornness! The little diddy was hilarious, bless Eric’s poetic heart. So, yes, you must finish! I mean, Sookie did go out & buy new stationary & all. LOL!


  23. msbuffy: *grin* Why yes, yes, she did buy new stationary! 😀 I’m glad you can still see their basic characters – I didn’t want to change them, just change how they relate to each other. (And I could totally see Eric sitting in some meeting, bored out of his mind, and coming up with that…) Thanks for a great review!!


  24. These letters bring tears to my eyes, in a good way. I don’t know why you worried about writing Eric & Sookie because this is masterfully done. She is the light to his darkness, perfect. I can’t wait for the next chapter, only regretting that it will apparently be the last one..


  25. Sometimes its easier to bare your soul in a letter since you don’t have to look the person in the face and worry about immediate and/or hostile reactions in the moment.


  26. valady1: Awww, thank you!! I’m glad you like it!! I love being able to draw from their past experiences to bring them closer together now. Thank you for reading and for a great review!


  27. lilloucfer: Heh, if CH had allowed them to communicate, and communicate honestly, they’d have had it made in her books, but alas… All they needed was a chance! Thank you for reading!! 😀


  28. theladykt: Exactly!! Letters are a great way to tell someone else precisely what you want them to know without fear of knee-jerk reprisal or interruption. I had been going to show lots of strike-throughs where Eric or Sookie had written something, thought better of it, and chose wiser or less incendiary words, but sadly not all sites where I publish allow strike-throughs to show. Thank you for reading! ♥


  29. Thalia as a gardener.. I did not see that one coming 🙂
    If Eric is giving Sookie so much wood with this letter, i am intrigued to know what he’ll send with the next.. A ducted split system Air Con/heater system? 😉

    Hmmmm. Sookie admits she had faults. How refreshing! Cos yeah she was abysmally bad at taking safety/survival tips from a vamp who has survived 1000+yrs! That always made me want to slap her up the back of the head!

    Hmm. Erics reason for ‘That’ statement… Thats a new one, I like it. And I am glad that he was humble enough to swallow his pride and admit it to Sookie. (One of 2 things that made me crazy about _that_ book).

    And yeah. I was curious last chapter about what ‘two ways’ Eric is talking about. Way to pique our interest 🙂


  30. gwynwyvar: Exactly – Eric and Sookie both just KEPT making me want to bash their heads together, so I thought it was time (and past…) for Sookie to find a clue, and Eric to shed a bit of pride. To me, the ONLY viable excuse for making that kind of statement was his instinctive need for Sookie to be in his life in some/any way. As strong as I imagine his character to be, that’s the only thing I could think of that could cause him to have such a mental blow-out.

    Thanks – I love a non-cliffy cliffhanger, lol. Thanks for the great review!


  31. Seriously, this is so amazing. I am already hooked. Eric’s letters are so heart felt and loving. I think his gifts are very fun too. I hope Sookie gives him a chance,


  32. Mindy: Thank you – I appreciate it!! *sing-song voice* You’ll have to wait and see…. (But srsly, how could she not? I mean, it’s Eric freakin’ Northman!) 😀 Thanks for a great review!! 😀


  33. I am enjoying the introspective and contemplating done by the characters. Sookies rashness and harsh judgment of eric always irritated me to no end. She forgave Bill’s every transgression yet never Eric. His standoffishness and long absences were detrimental to their relationship. I look forward to the finsle. The letters are a nice touch.


  34. I would love to see a third chapter. I think they should finally meet and she should be wearing the dress he gave her. I would love to see these two me together. I have always loved to see sookie pick to be turned and be by Eirc’s side. They have always made the perfect couple.


  35. tlynnson: As great a couple as they are together, they each did have some things they needed to learn. I’m trying to make it so that CH’s epic failure – and my shortening it to 3 years – will have given them time to realize what changes (in their ways of dealing with each other) they need to make to be able to have a healthy relationship.
    Thank you for a great review – I appreciate it! 😀


  36. J.H.: I love seeing them together, and they’ll definitely be meeting sooner than later. If Chapter 3 keeps going the way it seems, it should be a pretty interesting chapter. Thank you for reading, and for the great review! 😀


  37. Yes please tell us what Eric’s two ways are!!! Completely enthralled w/ this story. It makes me want to neglect the stack of books I have to read they don’t seem nearly as appealing than another chapter of Valentine’s Day.


  38. I love that you have Sookie using a normal vocabulary! I’ve read so many stories that have her sounding like an ancient vampire or the queen of England.. I know it’s a little thing, but it really makes it easier to imagine them talking this way!


  39. hjr949806: Thank you!! I can’t stand stilted dialogue. I can see vampires/older beings speaking more formerly or even more “uncomfortably” with the language, but not Sookie. Plus, I’m Southern – not as much as she is, but still…enough to at least try to swing the normal dialogue. Thanks! 😀

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  40. Ooh I think being friends with King Northman would come with a large benefits package… Good move to combine TB / SVM – that way you can piece together something less shit than the originals. And I do think letter writing is great for both of them – gets them to think about what they’re saying, how they’re saying it and gives them time to think about their reactions.


  41. ladytarara: Honestly, the combining of TB and SVM is part “love of characters from both” and part “damn, I’m too lazy to research which event happened in which form”. Like, I love Desmond and Thalia, and I absolutely adore Godric, and hell, this is fanfiction – I can have them all! 😀 (And Sookie can’t fuck up too badly with her over-reactions in a letter, and Eric has to actually WRITE what he feels, so for those two brats? Letters…letters all the way…)

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  42. Yep know what you mean. I can’t remember which details belong to which half the time, and damn if I’m ever reading or watching that shit again (well, maybe the AS bits). So blend is best!


  43. ladytarara: Exactly, so i just warn readers that my fics go AU real damn fast, lol. Most readers won’t care but there are a few out there who ONLY want either/or, so this lets them jump of the AU train before they get sucked in, lol.

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