Eric’s Story: Chapter 5
I guess I should probably tell you that no, of course, I didn’t turn Sookie. She’s fine. Asleep upstairs actually. I’ll go up and check on her when I leave her my daily note on the bathroom mirror.
Yes, I know we really need to have the talk about the whole turning issue, and we will. It’s something I think about every day. (I guess that’s pretty obvious after reading that story.) There are many big issues we need to discuss obviously. I want to live with her, to keep her with me all the time, but she’s not ready for that conversation either. If there’s one thing I have learned in my thousand some odd years on this earth it is patience. Some things are worth waiting for, and Sookie most certainly is one.
We’ve had such a great second week here at the beach house. After that little misunderstanding about the phone conversation with Pam that Sookie overheard and her near getaway (thank gods she fell asleep before she could actually leave), we have been getting along great and things couldn’t be better. In fact, you won’t believe this, but tomorrow night, we’re not flying home as planned, but driving to Asheville for a week. I was shocked that Sookie said yes to that. But the bar won’t be ready to reopen for another ten days or so, so I wasn’t in any rush to get back. And I hope you’re sitting down for this one. Sookie let me put five thousand dollars into her bank account. I told her it was silly for her to spend her savings to pay bills while she was on vacation with me, and she actually let me put a little cushion in there for her, just in case. She kept saying that she probably wouldn’t ever actually use it, but the fact that she let me make the deposit was quite a big step for her. I was shocked. I think she is really starting to accept the whole thing about the I am yours and you are mine stuff. I love her and it’s ridiculous for her to worry about anything, especially money when I have…well…a shitload of it.
She is planning on going back to work for the shifter when we get home. I haven’t been able to convince her to make that change. But that’s okay. One step at a time. I did make an offer on the house and we should get a response in two days. Hopefully, they’ll just make a counter offer or even accept the original one. I found out that the owner is not a vampire, which I assumed was the case because of the light tight bedroom. Apparently that was put in because a family member of the owner was recently turned, and the family continues to vacation together here. That’s actually good news. I think a human would be more likely to sell than a vampire. They can be so stubborn.
So I guess you’re wondering about the whole story you’ve just read. Well, here’s what happened. I was reading online one night and found this fanfiction website. I had never heard of it, but it is quite something. Anybody can just write a story and post it, and all these people read it and leave their reviews. So I thought hey, why not. Why don’t I write a story and post it. So every night this week after Sookie fell asleep, I came downstairs and lay in the hammock and wrote on my laptop. I started thinking what would happen if things with Sookie started heading south. I don’t mean things between us, but you know, just other shit. Then I decided to indulge my own little fantasy about turning her, and before I knew it, I had this little story written and posted on that site. It’s been a great way to pass the time on vacation while Sookie is asleep. And it’s completely anonymous. I know what you’re thinking, and don’t worry, I thought to delete the chapters on my laptop after posting them on the website. If Sookie knew what I’ve been writing, especially about the whole turning fantasy thing, she’d…well…she wouldn’t be happy. Once she and I have had a serious conversation about the turning issue, I just might show her the story. Maybe it will help her to see it from my perspective. I’m also more careful about talking on the phone if I sense that she’s awake. It’s not that I’m hiding anything from her, I’m just trying to avoid another fucked-up misunderstanding like the one last week, that’s all.
I should be getting upstairs if I want to have time to write Sookie’s note. I’ll let you know how things are going with us again soon. And maybe I’ll even write another little story sometime for you. Who knows. But I’ve got to go for now. Time to die for another day.