So I'm an absolute mental case, and decided to start a canon fic. This takes place during and after Dead and Gone, except, instead of Niall and Bill saving Sookie, they were a bit too late.

The repercussions for Sookie's death were wide ranging. Victor Madden met the sun, for chaining Eric in silver, when he was charged with protecting Sookie for De Castro, Bill met the sun, because of the guilt he felt over involving Sookie in the supe world, and Eric and Pam were left spinning in the wake of everything. For three years, Eric stood at the door to his house, minutes before dawn, racked by guilt, but always let Pam drag him back inside, just as the sun peeked over the horizon.

Eventually, Pam and Eric left Louisiana, tired of living under De Castro's thumb, and made their way to New York, and then eventually Italy. After a time, both vampires stopped talking about their time in Louisiana, and instead focused on new pursuits, Pam running a very profitable fashion line of high quality classic clothing designed for vampires, to stand the test of time, but coveted by humans, and Eric invested his earning from the sale of Fangtasia in Google, and lived the life of a playboy, seducing a series of women of noble blood, and living off his investments.








30 years after Dead and Gone:


“Who is she, Eric?” Sookie nodded at the aristocratic brunette to her left. “She's had your blood.”

“Just a pet Lover,” I said, quietly. “What are you doing here?”

“Just thought I'd pop by and see how you are. If you're busy, I can come back. Well, maybe not.” She gave me a small smile, before tracing my nose with her finger.

“I'd be better if you were alive, of course, but I'm well. And you? How is the great beyond?” I knew it was a dream, although a most realistic one. It was always a dream, and I'd wake at dusk, my head spinning, and the hole where our bond used to be, even larger than before.

“I don't want to talk about that.” She rolled onto her back, wedging herself in perfectly, between me and Gilda, who was sleeping soundly, exhausted from an evening of fucking. She was a worthy partner, however, she lacked spunk. Moxie, Pam called it. To put it bluntly, she was boring. Loyal, delicious, but boring. “Have you bonded with her?”

“No. I do not wish to be bound to her. She serves a purpose.”

“Fast food?” She giggled, as I rolled over, and pinned her underneath me. “We don't have very long.” Her face took on a somber appearance, as I ran my fingers through her hair, memorizing her features once again.

“We never do,” I whispered, as she traced my fangs with her fingers. “But we always make the most of it.”

“Did you love me?” She blinked a couple of times, her eyes glistening slightly.

I licked a tear out of the corner of her eye.“Absolutely.”

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