Sam had already started to come around by the time Sookie knelt over him. He returned with her to check on you and you quickly averted your gaze. There were some things you were perfectly happy not knowing. "Clothes, Sam. Then go to Sook's and call the cops. See if you can find my phone while you're there. It should be in the living room somewhere.

He hesitated only a moment before nodding and hurrying off to do as you asked without argument. That was a nice change.

Sookie settled onto the ground beside you and took your hand in hers. "You saved me. Thank you."

You hummed in acknowledgment not willing to expend the energy it would take to say anything else. Suddenly, you coughed and groaned at the pain that rolled through you with the action. You may be more resilient than the average human, but a bullet in the chest was a bullet in the chest. You could only be thankful that it had apparently missed anything vital. You assumed so anyway since you were still breathing. You kept your breaths shallow to keep your chest from moving too much. God, you hurt.

Sam returned with your phone about the time you heard sirens in the distance. "Thanks," you said as he slipped it into your hand. You almost immediately dropped it. "Fuck." There was nothing more frustrating than a body that didn't work the way it was supposed to. You stretched your fingers and rubbed your hand against your leg trying to wake it up.

When you fumbled with it again, Sookie gently pulled it away from you. "What are you trying to do?"

You cleared your throat and winced. "Missed calls."

Her eyes went wide as she looked at the screen and you chuckled. You figured. "27. They all say Eric or Pop."

Before you could tell her to call Eric, your phone rang again. "Answer it. Put it on speaker."

"Yeah," you greeted when Sookie had done as you asked. Your voice was tight, pained.

"Y/N?" Eric's frantic voice washed over you. "Are you all right? What the hell is going on?"

"We're still a couple of hours from sundown. Someone needs to drive me to you." You managed to get the words out through the pain. You weren't certain how long you could keep doing so. It had been a long time since you hurt this bad. Fucking Rene. Drew. Whatever the fuck his name was. Asshole.

"What is her condition, Sookie?" His voice had taken on that hard edge it got when he was worried. Or angry. Probably both at the moment.

"How'd you know I was here?" she asked.

"I can hear you breathing. Answer the question."

"I-I'm not sure. There's a lot of blood." Her voice trembled and Sam wrapped an arm around her.

"And the person responsible?" If this were a different situation, you would have been turned on by that dark, protective note in his voice. No one ever said you didn't have your issues.

Sookie swallowed and grimaced as she glanced at the asshole's body. "Dead."

"You are certain?"

You huffed a laugh at the disappointment that colored his words then groaned in pain. "Fuck you," you managed to get out and Eric chuckled in response.

Two police cars and an ambulance wailed to a stop on the road in front of the cemetery. "The ambulance is here. Maybe she should just go to the hospital," Sam piped up.

"No," you and Eric said in unison.

The corner of your mouth twitched. At least the two of you agreed on something.

"Company?" he asked.

The other two looked confused so you answered him. "Ballentine."

"Give me a moment."

The EMTs knelt beside you as the cops shouted questions. You ignored them all, the edges of your vision going fuzzy. That's no good. Hurry up, Eric.

You no sooner had the thought then he returned. "I'll see you soon. And I'll call your father." Damn, he must be really worried if he was volunteering to call Roman.

He hung up and one of the EMT's phones started to ring. After a quick conversation, he knelt down and looked you in the eye. "You're all taken care of. Let's get you out of here."

An excruciating wave of pain swamped you as they lifted you onto the gurney and everything went black.

***

Awareness came slowly. Fingers sweeping strands of hair from your face. A low voice making promises and declarations, though you only understood about half of them. Arms holding you against the chest you leaned on.

"Awaken, mitt allt. You must drink." Eric's voice was a comforting buzz in your ear even if you didn't care for the pleading note it carried.

You grasped onto one of his arms as you shifted to make yourself more comfortable. A hiss accompanied the pain motion brought with it. Eric sighed in relief and some of the tension flowed from his body. He wouldn't completely relax until you were healed.

He bit into his wrist before holding it to your mouth. You pressed your lips to his skin and sucked the healing liquid into your mouth. At first you were timid, tender but as your body began to stitch back together you held his wrist against your lips. You drank deeply then, eager to rid yourself of the agony you'd been living in since the cemetery. Eric shifted beneath you with a moan and you smirked as you pulled away.

You maintained the grip on his arm and held it against your chest as you nestled your head further into his. The fingers of his free hand ran through your hair as the two of you just relished being in each other's presence. "Better?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Better," you agreed.

His hand shifted so his fingers trailed down your spine and back up. "No more helping the riffraff unless I accompany you."

You sighed but didn't say anything not really caring to get into an argument at the moment.

"Do you have any idea how close you were to death? How much blood you lost? I could feel you growing weaker with every passing second and there was nothing I could do." He took a deep breath. "I realize that you may be willing to sacrifice yourself to do what you think is right, but are you willing to sacrifice me? Because if you die, I will as well. My fate has been tied to yours from the moment I met you. As much as I tried to deny it, that is the truth."

"Fine," you said after a moment's thought. "But the same goes for you. No secrets, Eric. Let me help you. What good is having Roman for my father if I can't use it to our advantage?"

He laughed as you'd wanted him to when you said it. You tilted your head back so you could see his face. His gaze met yours for a brief moment, then he leaned forward and kissed you. You ran your fingers through his hair and held him to you. When you finally separated, he leaned his forehead against yours. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too." You tugged on his hair a bit and his brow furrowed. "Can I cut your hair?"

He grinned. "Pam will have my hide, but you may do as you wish."

***

After you called your father to check in, you and Eric showered together in silence as you washed your blood from one another. Even though his blood had healed you, Eric was still taking care of you as though you needed it. He dried you off with one of the fluffy towels from his warmer before helping you dress in a pair of your sweats and one of his t-shirts. While he poured you a drink and ordered dinner, you changed the sheets on his bed so it would be ready in the morning.

"I could have done that," he said and you looked up to find him leaning in the doorway.

You shrugged. "I'm just as capable. Get me what I need and I'll cut your hair while we talk."

Once the two of you were ready, you started on his hair. It was a few minutes before you started to tell the story of what happened that day. You only paused when the doorbell rang signaling the food was there. You sat it on the counter and went to finish up Eric's hair. It was pretty good all things considered. And he hated going to a salon.

"And what did our little telepath think about you decapitating your assailant?" It was the first thing he'd said since you'd started talking.

"Pretty sure she was just glad she wasn't dead at that point, Eric." You ran your fingers through his hair to make sure everything was even, touching up as needed.

"Don't be surprised if she distances herself. Humans often have difficulty accepting the necessity of our actions."

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously? You're going to talk to me about people distancing themselves?" You took the towel from his neck and dropped it onto the one at your feet. You could clean it up later. You were starving.

He stood and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you to him. His lips trailed up the line of your neck. "I just don't want you to be disappointed if it should happen."

You shrugged. You learned long ago that friendships were fickle things, even if you did save them from psychotic serial killers. "I'll be fine." You patted his chest. "Now, let's eat. I'm so hungry."

He laughed as he released his hold and followed you to the kitchen. The two of you sat at the table with your plates and you immediately dug in. "There is something we should discuss," he said once you'd gotten some food into your belly.

You arched a brow and motioned for him to keep talking.

"Sophie-Anne contacted me yesterday to inform me that I would be assisting her in a new money-making endeavor." He tapped his silverware on the table but didn't continue.

Your brow furrowed as you realized he was bothered by whatever he had discussed with his queen. What the hell was Sophie-Anne up to now? It was no secret that she was in some serious trouble with the IRS after not paying taxes for years. Even death wasn't an escape from taxes anymore. "What is it, Eric?"

His eyes darted up from the table to meet your gaze. "I fear what I tell you may be a death sentence for her. Sophie-Anne and I have had our differences, but she's a decent queen, all things considered."

"If it's that serious, you shouldn't be involved. She'll hide behind her title and her denials while you pay the price for her scheming." Vampire politics were messy at the best times and deadly at the worst. If it wasn't for you, it would be Eric's word against Sophie's should something happen. And odds were, they'd accuse Eric of treason for speaking against her and he'd be killed while she got off scot free. It was one of the things you and your father argued about the most.

Eric nodded in acknowledgement of your words and took a deep breath. "She wants me to find someone to deal V for her."

Holy shit. Eric was right. Sophie-Anne was dead. And it wouldn't be the Magister delivering the sentence. No, your father would be visiting much sooner than he'd intended.