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Who: Eric and Sookie
What: After finally turning back into his normal self, he wants to find out if Sookie is really in the house.
When: Monday evening, just after sunset
Where: Second Floor Hallway (Outside Sookie's Room)
Status: COMPLETE
Warnings: Swearing, maybe?

When Eric forced himself awake, it was the late afternoon. The sun had almost nearly set, the sky filled with an array of colors signifying the end of the day, and he knew that it would be nightfall before the bleeds set in. The last two nights felt almost like a dream he barely remembered - he had felt like he was almost watching it from afar, and looking back on it now he couldn't distinctly remember anything past the first few sentences of a conversation with Sookie Stackhouse.

Wait, Sookie Stackhouse? Had that been real?

For every day of his very long unlife, Eric had nearly perfect memory. This sort of amnesia was unusual for him, but he couldn't be certain that the events of the past few days were a reality. After all, it wasn't very often that he was changed into the form of his maker, and then forced into his ways of thinking before being overtaken by another's will completely. Had it been anyone else, he would have fought tooth and nail to retain his mind. However, to allow Godric to reclaim life, even at the cost of his own...it had seemed worthwhile.

Still, back to his old self, Eric couldn't help but feel relieved that the transition had only been temporary. Now, if only he could remember.

Still, if what he recalled was correct, Sookie was in the hosue. An uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't quite place settled in his chest as he moved from his room and into the hallway. Eric felt the impulsive need to look for her, though he couldn't decide if he just needed to know if he was right or if he simply wanted to see her. He took great care to avoid the last dying rays of light that splashed through the small windows as he searched each floor, moving steadily downwards. He was begining to doubt himself for the first time in centuries when saw her in a hallway on the second floor. She was turned away from him, but he would have recognized those curves anywhere.

"Sookie," he said, awaiting her reaction. Whatever it might be.

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Eric growled low in his throat as they stared each other down, a minor battle of wills. Unfortunately, Sookie had a point. If either of the humans were planning something, she would know before he would. Probably. "That's if you can hear them as well as you could before arriving here," he said, more to himself than to her.

He could say no, but it would be a moot point. It wasn't as if he could arrange this meeting somewhere where she couldn't find them. The mansion may be large, but it was still only one building.

"Fine," he said, gritting his teeth. "But you will stay behind me and not make any unnecessary remarks."

She hated the fact that she didn't really know if her powers would work here. She hoped that on the off chance it was just something that happened to Eric's powers and that her's would be ok. "Even if they aren’t totally there, still better then nothing. You said yours still work just not fully." And, with that Sookie made her case. Not that she still needed to, but she wanted to.

"Fine." She was just glad that she won this battle, but she wasn't agreeing to anything. Who knew what would happen and be said. Sookie wasn't exactly the best at keeping her mouth shut if she heard something that wasn't to her liking.

Eric nodded once, still angry that she'd managed to coerce him yet again. Any other woman he would have been able to say no to, and she would have listened. And if they hadn't listened, then he could have simply compelled them to his wishes. Sookie was apparently immune to both, not that he would use that ability on her. She was too valuable to risk her mind like that.

He turned toward the door, glancing back at her over his shoulder. "If you need me, my room is on the fifth floor. Room 505. If you get into trouble, just yell. I will come for you." Eric wished she'd agreed to take his blood, but he wouldn't coerce her into that again, at least for now. He wanted her to have it willingly, though if it became increasingly necessary, he would insist until she agreed.

"505," she nodded, "I'll remember that, and don't you dare try going to the meeting without me." After all of this she really didn't think he would try and go without her, but she still gave him the warning.

"I'll see you later," she gave him a slight smile as she watched him walk to the door.