Chapter 08: Flashback, Warm Nights

JUNE 12, 2004, 11:14 P.M.


I had had a psychic once. One-fourth shifter, one-fourth witch, one-fourth human, one-fourth demon.

She’d smelled horrible! But she’d been a valuable and valued member of my inner circle for years.

The girl in front of me smelled infinitely better than that psychic had—despite the onions, peppers, and lemons she had seemingly bathed in.

“You—love me?” I asked incredulously.

“Um.” She bit her lip enticingly. “It’s a long story. Very, very long,” she added, still biting.

“Tell me,” I coaxed taking another step toward her.

“I will. I promise,” she whispered, looking up at me—not cowering at my proximity.

Not at all.

I found myself intrigued by her, and I was seldom intrigued by anything anymore.

Her mood changed, however, as a redneck exited the bar.

“You okay out here, cher?” the man asked in a thick Cajun accent, which sounded somehow artificial to my ears.

Sookie immediately tensed.

“That vamp ain’t botherin’ you, is he?” the human asked.

I spared him a glance. Most humans couldn’t peg vampires for what they were right away—not unless they’d been around us quite a bit.

Or they’d studied us.

Sookie literally plastered a smile on her face. “I’m as right as rain, René,” she said, turning to speak to him. “Mr. Northman here was so kind as to make sure that that other vampire who came in here tonight won’t be comin’ back. And now he’s leavin’ too—right?” she asked me—begging me to agree with her eyes as she turned back toward me.

“Absolutely,” I nodded toward the redneck. “I was just making sure that other one wouldn’t be comin’ back,” I added, affecting the local accent.

“Well—no offense, Mister—but we don’t need no vamps ’round here messin’ with our innocent women,” René said, glaring threateningly.

The problem was that he was glaring murderously at Sookie’s back, not at me.

The bigger problem was that I didn’t like the idea of anyone looking at the strange woman like that.

“I assure you; I am not here to ‘mess,'” I responded.

By then, Sookie had turned squarely toward me. Her eyes were pensive. She was practically gnawing on her lower lip.

She spoke so softly that it wouldn’t have even been considered a whisper.

Still, I had no problem hearing her.

“René is a serial killer. He goes after women who associate with vampires. He means to kill a woman tonight—someone who had a vampire bite. Her name is Maudette Pickens,” Sookie whispered desperately. “And now he’s thinking about adding me to his list of victims. Will you help?”

After quickly trying to decipher the enigma of the woman in front of me—and somehow recognizing that there would never be anything “quick” about her—I sped to René.

Later—the deciphering would come later.

After I dealt with the killer.

“You have killed people?” I asked the man, once I had captured him with my glamour. It was difficult to hold onto his mind, however, for René was clearly mad—what humans now called “criminally insane.” Indeed, due to the duality I found in his mind, glamouring him would take finesse similar to glamouring a shifter or a Were.

Which meant it was nothing I couldn’t handle.

“Yes,” he said.

“Whom have you killed? How many?” I asked.

“Three,” he replied. “My sister, Cindy, and two other women who fucked vamps,” he added angrily.

“Do you believe in God?” I probed, changing my tactics a bit so that I could more easily maintain my influence over him.

“God ain’t never done much for me,” he responded bitterly.

“The devil then? Do you believe in him?” I asked.

René looked frightened, but nodded vigorously. “Yeah. He comes into my dreams.”

“You can escape him by telling the police what you’ve done,” I enticed.

“But I’ll get locked up,” he frowned.

“Perhaps, but you’d be a hero in jail,” I said with a benign smile. “Plus, I bet the people in this town will celebrate your deeds. After all, you were just tryin’ to protect those girls from vamps,” I added, my Southern drawl thick.

“But you’re a vampire,” he said.

“Nope. I’m not. I’m as human as they come—just a concerned citizen like yourself,” I corrected. “I ran off the vampire who came into Merlotte’s. And now I’m just keeping Sookie company during her break. We wouldn’t want her to be left alone—right? She might be hurt by one of them damned blood-suckers. And we don’t want anyone else hurt—do we? Why—it’s only when heroes like you come forward and tell of their deeds that others will join the fight!”

René nodded dumbly. “Right. You’re right.”

“So—you should talk about the things you’ve done,” I reiterated, “so that you can get your just reward. In fact, I bet the local law enforcement would be mighty grateful that you’ve been helping them keep the area pure and free of vamp lovers!”

“Andy and Bud are inside,” he informed. “Should I tell them?”

I glanced at Sookie, who was nodding.

“Yes sir,” I said with an encouraging smile. “I’m sure they’ll be grateful to hear anything you have to say on the matter! And mighty proud too!”

René frowned. “But I was wantin’ to get Maudette tonight.” He growled. “That bitch had bite marks on her. Maybe I should wait to tell until after she’s been punished.”

I didn’t need Sookie’s prompting to make up a fabrication to feed to the sociopath. I was enjoying being creative.

“Poor Maudette was attacked by one of ’em godless vamps,” I said, barely hiding my smirk before flashing a wink in Sookie’s direction.

“Really? Attacked?” René asked. “I’d heard that she was a fangbanger—a willin’ whore to them blood-suckers.”

“Who’d ya hear that from?” I asked, acting affronted.

“Jason Stackhouse,” René said, gesturing slightly toward Sookie.

The waitress rolled her eyes.

“Well—you know him,” I said enigmatically—since I didn’t know the man, but could make a few guesses based upon Sookie’s reaction. “Be sure you tell Andy and Bud about your plans for Maudette too—just in case. The more details you give, the better help you’ll be to them—and to everyone in town!”

His chest puffed up with pride, René nodded and then went inside.

I didn’t have time to say a single word before Sookie was in my arms—hugging me tightly.

I tried to recall the last time I’d “hugged” anyone.

Perhaps my human mother?

“Thank you,” Sookie said, sniffling. “You just saved Gran. And Maudette and Dawn. And Tina, too!”

I frowned down at her.

“And you didn’t even kill him. You sent him to the human authorities,” she added.

“It’s better for my kind of his kind are exposed,” I told her.

She smiled up at me. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Eric.”

The way she spoke made it seem as if she’d had a lot of opportunities to show doubt, but that was impossible.

“How about we meet at your house? Tomorrow night? Ten minutes after sunset so that you can get your shower and a quick bag of blood for breakfast?” she suggested.

“What?” I responded, confused.

“I’ll come to you tomorrow—right after first dark,” she offered.

“To my house?”

She nodded.

“How do you know where I live?” I asked, wondering if I would have to kill Bobby.

“You’ve invited me before. Um—change your codes if it makes you feel better though,” she added in a whisper. “I’ll wait outside the house till you get up.”

“Which house?” I asked suspiciously.

“Change your codes at all of your houses if you want,” she said. “But I was talkin’ about your main house—where you keep that paintin’ you did of your ship.”

There was no way she would know about that unless she was some kind of witch or seer. I contemplated killing her right then and there.

My fangs slipped down.

But I did not harm her.

“One hour after sundown, I will meet you at your residence,” I said firmly.

Sookie Stackhouse giggled and looked at me with bright, grateful, happy eyes—as if someone had just saved her from a monster.

As if I wasn’t a monster.

“Okay. Gran and I live in the old farmhouse on Hummingbird Lane. Don’t worry. There’s only two houses on the street, so it’ll be easy to find us. Uh—Gran’s old-fashioned, though, so bring flowers. Her favorites are lilies—pink ones.”

At that she leaned up and kissed my cheek.

Kissed. My. Cheek.

I doubted that I’d ever been more surprised by anything.

Flowers? Did Sookie think I was going to be courting her? Or her grandmother!? Was she more insane than René? She had to be—with her “I love you” and her casual kiss and her total lack of fear of me!

I watched the enigma as she turned away from me and hurried back into what was—sadly—probably one of the nicer establishments in her little town.

I could already hear the serial killer confessing his crimes to the town’s law enforcement agents. However, I didn’t spare him much thought as I took to the air. Sookie Stackhouse intrigued me, but—given what she seemed to know about me, including the location of at least one of my homes—I was wary of her. For this reason, I texted Pam, telling her that she should shelter somewhere completely random and unknown that night—preferably in the dirt. I planned to do the same until I understood what the petite blond woman was—and what she wanted.

But—if understanding wasn’t to be had—I would kill her.

Because I was a thorough vampire—unlike some—I tracked Bill Compton’s scent to Hummingbird Lane, which was exactly where Sookie Stackhouse said she lived.

My fangs were down, and I was ready—anxious even—to kill Compton. He always had been an annoying prick.

However, it turned out that he wasn’t on Hummingbird Lane to cause any problems. Hovering well above so that Compton wouldn’t pick up my scent, I saw him removing suitcases from the rundown residence across the cemetery from the home that clearly belonged to Sookie and an older woman.

The “Gran” who liked flowers—no doubt.

Pink lilies.

Likely, the dilapidated home was the one Bill had been ready to assert a claim over if he’d found Sookie to be promising.

I eavesdropped as Compton called the queen to report that Sookie wasn’t what Hadley had suggested. He told her that I had shown up, and—though I was too far away to hear her end of the conversation—I could tell that Sophie-Anne was displeased that I’d discovered that she had been trying to go around me to poach in my own area!

Good! That just might keep her from trying to fuck with me for the foreseeable future!

Compton assured the queen that he’d been more than up to the task of appeasing me. He said that he’d “easily” convinced me that no disrespect was intended and that I would have been informed immediately if Sookie Stackhouse had turned out to be a mind reader. Indeed, he actually spun the situation into his favor by claiming that—since I was there and had also glamoured Sookie—the diagnosis of her “normalcy” had been confirmed for the queen.

I had to admit that Bill was good at spinning bullshit.

From what I’d heard, he and his maker had certainly created enough of it for him to have had plenty of practice over the years.

Compton completed the call by saying that he would be returning to court that night—unless the queen wanted him to follow up with the grandmother or the brother. Clearly, Sophie-Anne didn’t want to bother.

Lazy and unimaginative—that was my queen!

I shook my head. I figured that one day her shortsightedness or greed would cost her. I just hoped that I wouldn’t be collateral damage when it did.

I considered my queen for a moment. In truth, I didn’t mind her that much. Her biggest flaw was vanity—not too bad when compared with other rulers. When she was in a position of strength, she was actually a decent ruler; however—because of the downturn in the economy—she seemed perpetually short of State funds. I knew that her personal accounts were still quite healthy, but she seemed unwilling to tap into them. It was rumored that she was considering a marriage with another monarch to secure her position. I just hoped that she chose wisely, but it was very possible that she’d fuck things up if she was “too desperate.”

Sophie-Anne had likely viewed the prospect of a telepath as a way to increase her power and position during any marriage negotiations she found herself in. Such a state asset would have undoubtedly attracted better suitors or larger “dowries” for her. She would have surmised that I would have asserted the right to be the telepath’s “handler”—which would have cost the queen some prestige—if I had found Sookie. Going around me had been a calculated risk for the queen, one that I really couldn’t blame her for.

I could blame her for sending an idiot like Compton, however.

Sadly, I doubted that Sophie-Anne would have focused upon how a telepath could have been a great asset to augment her own security if—and only if—she were kept a secret. I could only imagine how the queen would have paraded Sookie Stackhouse (if she was—indeed—a telepath) around like a common pet.

Likely, the telepath would have been forced to bond with Andre.

Used for her blood.

Perhaps, coerced into sexual acts.

I cringed at that thought.

Inexplicably cringed.

I didn’t know Sookie Stackhouse. And—though intrigued—I was also disconcerted by her. Still, I didn’t like the thought of her being tied to one such as Andre. And Andre wasn’t really even that bad—all things considered!

He likely wouldn’t have even “forced” her to have sex, though he certainly wasn’t above using glamour. I frowned. When Sookie showed imperviousness to his glamour, however, Andre would have probably manipulated and blackmailed her into doing his bidding. Anyone she cared for would have been threatened.

I growled.

But then stopped myself with a question.

Why did the thought of Andre taking a pet and bending her to his will concern me at all? Just because I didn’t enjoy routinely taking pets didn’t mean that I begrudged vampires who did.

Hell! I’d kept several “Renfields” in my time—over-glamoured humans whom I needed to do my bidding and protect my life during the daylight hours. They’d always been practically useless when I was done with them—as Bobby would become in a decade or so, unless I fired him before his mind became Swiss cheese. Too much glamouring eventually affected a human’s ability to be fully self-sufficient.

In extreme cases, they became worse than Ginger.

Imagining Sookie Stackhouse like that disturbed me.

But considering that she might be forced to “break” in more immediate and profound ways because she couldn’t be glamoured was a worse thought.

I just didn’t know why.



I kept my shields down as I drove my rickety yellow car home when my shift finally ended.

I could hardly acknowledge my feelings of nostalgia as the car jolted and lurched under me. Sigebert had “killed” the car during Life 1 (which I was now calling my previous existence), but I planned to keep the old rust-bucket well away from him if possible in Life 2.

A part of me—a large part—had wanted to bolt out of Merlotte’s as soon as I let myself truly believe that Gran would be waiting at home.

Still alive.

But I didn’t want my reunion with Gran to be tainted by her worry for me, so I’d finished my shift. And I was determined to pretend like everything was “normal” when I saw Gran. I would allow myself to weep in the shower later on—if I found the capacity for tears again.

In truth—despite seeing Bill and Eric—I still felt mostly numb, as if the world I was currently “living” in wasn’t real. I worried that I was trapped in a dream of some kind—terrified that I would wake up to the harsh reality of an existence with Felipe de Castro at any moment.

Worried that—if I allowed myself to be happy for even a second—the “nice” world I’d found myself in would disappear.

After all, Sookie Stackhouse didn’t deserve a happy world.

Of course, maybe I was in Hell—where all my wishes would seem to come true only so that they could be stripped away—again and again.

In Greek mythology, which had fascinated me since I found an old book of Gran’s on the topic, Sisyphus had been fated to forever roll a boulder up a hill—only to watch it roll down again. My worst fear was that the state I found myself in now was my own personal “boulder,” and that I would be forced to watch everyone die again and again. But—for now—I was not going to let myself dwell on that horrible possibility.

On the other hand, if I was in Heaven or if the cluviel dor had saved me, I aimed to make the best of every moment of Life 2. Given the “start time” of my “new world,” almost everything I had a reason to feel guilty about in Life 1 had disappeared.

And even if I woke up in Hell with everyone dead—even if I was like Sisyphus—I was determined to keep trying to change fate. I thought about the movie Groundhog Day and how Bill Murray had eventually transformed himself into a better man. Indeed—as soon as “fate” had found him worthy—he was allowed to escape his personal Hell. In fact, his Hell actually became Heaven to him.

Whether I was in Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory didn’t matter when I saw the light on in the living room as I slowly drove down the heavily-pitted driveway.

Whether I was a time traveler, trapped in a dream, or banging my head against a padded wall in an insane asylum didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except the fact that Gran’s mind was now in my range.

Hers was the only mind I’d ever missed.

I didn’t move for a long time after I’d parked. So as not to worry Gran, I wiped away tears that proved I could still cry.

I sat still—afraid to make a single noise—and just enjoyed listening to Gran thinking about the heroine in her latest romance novel. Apparently, Giselda, who had somehow traveled back in time, was a fool for resisting the handsome Viking, Leif.

I laughed heartily. And I couldn’t agree more.

After using several old napkins I’d found in my purse to clean myself up and taking several deep breaths to compose myself, I went into the house. I smiled at the “old” kitchen. After the fire, the repairs had made it more modern, but I’d love it less for its newness.

I inhaled deeply. Peach cobbler.

I bent down to stroke Tina’s fur as the feline greeted me. Automatically, I refilled her water and food bowls as she purred in thanks.

And then I went into the living room so that I could see the face I’d missed so much—so that I could see the woman who had been the first person to make me feel truly loved.

Gran smiled up at me as I entered the room, her reading glasses perched on her nose.

“Did you have a good night at work, dear?” she asked me.

The lump in my throat was the size of Texas, so I could only nod.

“You seem upset,” Gran said perceptively, even as she closed her book onto her old ribbon bookmark.

“Just tired,” I managed. “And—uh—excited.”

“Hmm?” Gran hummed her question.

“I met two vampires tonight,” I said, trying to keep myself from focusing on my feelings.

“Really?” she asked with interest, sitting forward in her chair. She had been so excited when they’d “come out.”

“Living history”—she’d called them.

“Yes. And one will be calling here tomorrow night—an hour after sunset,” I smiled at her.

Actually, I’d spoken too soon when it came to volunteering to meet with Eric so close to sundown the next night. I’d forgotten that I was scheduled to work until close (though I figured that I could be forgiven for not remembering a schedule from two and a half years in the past).

Luckily—in the midst of Arlene’s meltdown over René’s confession—the whole schedule had gotten shifted around. Arlene had been slated to open the next morning, so I agreed to do that. Dawn agreed to take my nightshift (since the tips were better at night). And Sam finally got into his stash of applications. Holly Cleary’s was among them, and I “lied” like a dog (no offense to Sam), saying that I knew her and thought she’d be great!

Actually, was I really lying? I did know Holly. And she was an excellent waitress. And Danielle Gray had been trying to get Sam to hire her for a while since they were good friends. Sadly, Danielle wasn’t that good of a waitress, which had been why Sam had passed over Holly before.

But when I offered to stay until 6:00 p.m. the next day in order to train Holly, Sam gave her a call. I was glad about it.

Life 1’s Holly had desperately needed a steady income to take care of her kids.

“You have a date with a vampire?” Gran asked excitedly, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Sort of,” I said.

“Sort of?” she asked.

“Um—yeah—I guess I do have a date with him,” I said, hating to give Gran false hope, but figuring that explaining my interaction with the vampire as a date would be easier for everyone involved.

She bounced a little in her seat. “Is he handsome?”

“Very,” I responded truthfully.

“Do you think he was in Louisiana during the Civil War era?” she asked.

“Sorry, Gran. But he was somewhere else—Russia I think,” I shared. “But he was an honest to God Viking!” I motioned down to her book; on the cover was a tall, blond, muscular Nordic-looking piece of beef. “Better looking than him,” I giggled.

Gran looked down at the book with a gaping mouth. “Really?” She blushed.

I nodded and smiled at her, having difficulty keeping my tears of happiness at bay. “Of course, there’s lots I don’t know about Eric.”

Still looking at the book’s cover, Gran fanned herself and then insisted that she needed to get to bed so that she could make sure the house was sparkling for “our” gentleman caller.

I regretted having to work at all, but I determined to get up early and help Gran clean before I had to go into work at 10:00 a.m.

I gave Gran a quick hug, and—though I wanted to keep her in my arms forever—I let her go before she’d feel any concern for me.

Before she’d know that my eyes were welling up with tears.

After Gran shut her bedroom door, I made a beeline to my “old” room. As soon as I closed the door, I grinned—even as I “leaked.”

As Pam would say.

I placed both hands over my mouth to stop my sobs from being loud enough for Gran to hear them.

I had moved into Gran’s room after she’d died because I knew that was what I’d been expected to do—as the new “matriarch” of the house. My room had become Octavia’s room for a while. And then Claude had stayed in it. But it was nice to have my old room back. It was nice to see the cheery yellow comforter on the full-sized bed.

I pulled a flannel nightgown and a pair of panties from my old dresser and hurried to my bathroom.

I turned on the water and quickly got into the shower.

And, amidst the sound and the drops, I finally let myself weep openly and loudly.

For joy.

It felt good.

So good.


A/N: Howdy all. So? I hope you are still liking this. I decided to reward you for all the wonderful comments you’ve already given to me on the previous chapter by offering a bonus chapter for you!

I’ve been having a bad day. My head is pounding and I’ve been grading like crazy. The best thing about my day has been reading your comments.

So thank you—again.




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79 thoughts on “Chapter 08: Flashback, Warm Nights

  1. I love you so much right now!! Thank you!!!
    I hope your headache goes away very quickly!! I hope you’re not getting a lot of rain in your part of CA, here in San Diego, it’s windy but pleasant. 🙂

    My eyes got misty when Sookie reunited with Gran. It always broke my heart how she died, and Tina too. And, Eric glamouring Rene was priceless. 🙂 Thank you again for such a nice surprise.

  2. So excited to see where this goes. It’s amazing how much Sookie has matured and is thinking through her actions.

  3. Wonderful, wonderful couple of chapters! I apologize for not leaving love on the last chapter, but I had “work work” to do today…boo….. Glad that Eric feels “something in his gut’ for Sookie –like he kinda knows…..something just beyond his reach….. and glad that Gran has a new lease on life, given Rene singing like a bird to Bud and Andy….hope they follow through and don’t screw up the arrest!

    Yeah…..the sideburned cocksucker is on his way back to New Orleans, Gran, Tina, Maudette and Dawn have a new lease on life and Eric is getting to meet Gran!!! Now….I hope that the CD doesn’t demand some kind of “balance” in this new life —sort of if a life is saved, another life must be given up…..

    best! take care of yourself!

  4. Oh…and somewhere along the way, Appius must die before he creates the contract with Oklahoma. Wonder how Eric will take that news when Sookie spills it???

  5. Yay! This was amazing! I loved seeing Eric’s reaction first-hand. And he’s all discombobulated about his reactions to Sookie is just adorable. I can’t wait to see what will happen at their meeting! Is she gonna tell him everything? Is he gonna remember during his day rest? How’s he going to react? This is gonna be freaking awesome! Thanks for writing this story! Good luck and happy writing!

  6. Adoring this so far. So happy she has so far seemingly been able to change her future for the better. This is much nicer.

    Is this one going to be low on the angst scale?

      1. I know. :-(. But we are eight chapters in and so far so good! That’s, that’s practically a Disney movie for you! ;-P.

        Sigh. Expect a panicked message from me in the future then needing reassurance lol. Coz in the same way people freak out over horror movies, that’s me and angst.

        “Omg! He’s misunderstood her! No! Go back! Go back! Don’t walk away you idiot! Oh no. Nonononono.” *sobs. Hides behind pillows*

  7. Great story with a really original idea. I can’t wait for the next chapter!! Wednesday seems soooo far away!

  8. Bless you for giving us a bonus chapter today!!!! Every time I think your stories can’t get any better, they do. I’m always on the lookout for an update to this one!

    I hope you feel better soon!

  9. Thanks so much for the bonus chapter. You’re awesomeness personified, ya know?
    Even with a thumping head you’ve given us another great one. I’m enthralled…and dying to hear what Sookie chooses to tell Eric during their meeting.
    I can understand his confusion seeing as he doesn’t remember “life 1” and I can see why he’d be cautious.
    Ok…so far…
    Bill is an asshole…again, but he (and SA) thinks Sookie is ordinary. Check.
    Gran is still alive. Check.
    Rene has been taken care of quickly. Check.
    On with the show… 👍🙂🙂

  10. Muco love!! Somehow I missed this story, must have accidentally deleted the first chapter so, I need to catch up on the first ones, but holy cow!! Having done one of these myself, I love your take on it!! These are NOT as easy as people think!!

  11. A bonus chapter !! I love it, and the way Sookie is handling herself. Thank you so much for this unexpected gift.
    I’m sorry to hear about your headaches,I hope they go away soon.

  12. ah honey i hope you feel better, it was a great chapter as always and it was nice hearing Eric’s POV…. looming forward to the meeting and to see if he rips her head off…LOL…. hmmm Gran is all a twitter about the meeting love it. KY

  13. I am so loving this story, so hopefully the next chapter is about Eric meeting Gran and Sookie telling him about her time travel. But should you decide to slip in another bonus chapter I will not complain. not one little bit.

  14. What a great chapter, love the more mature Sookie. Eric is going to have his socks knocked off. So many forks in the road coming for them. Thank you of the bonus and hope your headache gets under control for you soon. Hugs!

  15. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!! So stinking much for posting another chapter. I have been thinking about this story line and what’s next and how it all happens and how long we’re going to get to live in this universe all day since having read chapter seven. Quite literally, all day long… I have loved every minute of this so far. One thing I was most surprised with and have enjoyed so much was her “waking up” mid-shift in the freezer! The typical “wake up” scene happens when…waking up, so I was super please to see a new twist and loved how it played out. Merlotte’s Heaven was a very neat world. Thanks again for the double post! Despite your headache, hope you feel better! We ALL love you more for it! Waiting on pins and needles for the next chapter.

    …first time commenter, long time lurker, I stink as a reader, I’m sorry.

  16. Thank you so much for this chapter. So, Eric doesn’t have the memories but that’s fine because he is intrigued by Sookie just like in Life 1. So glad he was able to get rid of Compton and get Renee to fess up. He’s gonna be in for quite an interesting story tomorrow night, isn’t he?

  17. Damn it man…I love u right now for this wonderful time travel fiction…it’s the bestest yet
    And trust I’ve read them all….can’t wait for more 😉

  18. So sorry to read about your headache & hope it goes away soon! Thanks so much for the bonus chapter of this fantastic story. I can’t wait to get these emails about the updates! So curious about Sookie & Eric’s interactions that Wednesday seems so far away. I loved what Eric did to Rene! That was the best solution ever! Excellent!

  19. Sorry that your day has not been good 😦 Hope you get to feeling better soon and can enjoy the rest of your weekend. Thank you for posting not one but TWO chapters for us today! And they were great! So glad that Sookie got to go back to set things right. Glad the Bill & Rene situations have been addressed. Kinda hoping now that Sookie is home and had a good cry, she will be able to think through the things that have happened and maybe start to plan. First is getting Eric to believe that she really did time travel. Maybe she should write out a timeline for herself of all the things that happened just in case her memory starts to fade. Maybe in this life Gran will get to know her great grand baby Hunter before she passes on 😀 They definitely need to have the talk about Fintan too!

  20. I’m ok with Eric not remembering as long as Beehl is gone. Sookie should ask Eric to glamour her cover story to Beehl into Jason and Gran to never admit the truth about Sookie’s telepathy. Perhaps the town? Maybe that would be too much to ask for a ‘first date’?😒

  21. thank you so much for the bonus ! what a treat. what a great story you are weaving here. Hope your headache is better and you have a wonderful Sunday.

  22. Love the Eric and Sookie interaction! They make such a great team!! I am looking forward to her explanation, to the super careful (how else would you make it to 1000?) vampire. Thank you for the bonus, it was much appreciated!! Hope the headache is better!

  23. I am so so so pleased (a mediocre verb, but it oddly fits) with this story so far. I’ve read all your work over the past year or so (shamefully, I’ve never commented because I’m lazy and just awful with praising people and not sounding insipid), and this has started out to be my favorite thing you’ve written so far. I admire your dedication to your works and your organization both of thought and action to follow through with updates. I know a muse is a tricky thing to control or gauge, but you do a splendid job of it. Thanks for your contributions to the fandom!

  24. A bonus chapter. You are so awesome! You do realize, though, that feeding the beast just makes us hungrier, right? Now I just want another chapter. Lol.

    I’m sorry you’re struggling with a headache, here’s hoping you feel better soon.

    I loved Eric’s POV. How he is intrigued by Sookie but can’t figure out why. His glamouring of Rene was fantastic. As was his “southern” accent. I can totally picture him doing that just like in the FOTS “church”. I was so relieved to see Sookie break down and cry at the end of the chapter. She seriously needed to grieve a little. Hopefully, this will help her start to get past all the awful crap she’s been through and start to come alive again. I love how much smarter she’s been.

  25. Another chapter 😊. So Eric doesn’t remember but, he’s all ready having feelings. LOL Eric bringing flowers. He never did get to meet Gran. I wondered how that would be. Sookie was so happy seeing gran again. Will she ask her about Fintan?
    LOVE this ! I can’t wait for more.

  26. So very happy Sookie was able to feel some joy after the horrible situation she was in but very sorry to hear you had a bad day. I hope your headache goes away.

  27. Thank you so much for the extra chapter, it was awesome. I’m so happy for Sookie. Your writing is exceptional. As I finish each chapter, that I just couldn’t wait to read, I’m even more anxious for the next one.
    Thanks again!!

  28. I would imagine that Sookie will tell the two most important people in her life what has happened, and could happen. I can’t wait to see what gran has to tell her about Fintan, if she can. I always thought it weird that Sookie never ‘heard’ anything about the Fae from grans thoughts in all that time.
    I hope your head is much improved.

  29. It kinda feels like Eric has those memories locked away just under the surface. I hope he gets a key to unlock them. It is great that Sookie is crying happy tears for a change. Great story.

  30. Thank you for this chapter — it went better than I expected seems like Sookie is going to learn from her mistakes. “Groundhog Day” is one of my favorite Bill Murray movies so lets see what fate has for Sookie and Eric. Since this is life 2 she should be a virgin again and this means that Eric will hopefully be her first. Since she has changed her path since meeting Bill and hiding her telepathy it will be interesting to see what will happen in her life now. Hope you feel better soon.

  31. So sorry to hear about your headaches and I hope you feel much better very soon.
    Thank you for the bonus chapter. It is a privilege to be spoiled with your generosity and talent.
    So much achieved in one night; Compton gone, psychopath in custody, Gran and all of Sookie’s friends alive and well and one slightly confused Viking now completely intrigued by a certain bubbly blonde waitress. This story just keeps getting better and I am looking forward to wherever you take us on this ride.

  32. You are so awesome to give us two chapters in one day!! I am so glad Sookie is being so smart about this second chance she has been given. I can’t wait until her “date” with Eric. I think he’ll believe her. She’s going to know so much about him and his life, plus he had a psychic before so would it be so far fetched that she was from the future? I think being undead for 1000 years, he’s probably pretty open to believing anything is possible!

  33. Thanks for this bonus chapter!
    Loved how Eric glamoured Renè and Bill is definitely out of the picture.
    Can’t wait to see Gran’s reaction to Eric…I wonder if Eric will believe Sookie’s story?
    Take care,hope you are feeling better now.

  34. So excited for Eric and Adele to meet and love Eric’s reactions to Sookie. Thank you for the bonus chapter xx

  35. Eric reacted better to Sookie’s declaration than I thought he would tbh.
    Sookie’s reunion with Gran (and Tina :D) was really sweet. Look forward to more.

  36. Wonderful chapter. Thank you so much for the bonus. I’m glad Eric got there before Bill got a taste because I’m not sure Sookie could have stood for it. I hoped Eric would have his memories, but I think his instincts are kicking in. Hopefully Bill will stay out of the picture. Great that Rene won’t be killing anymore women. Hope your headache is better today.

  37. I was so excited to see this bonus chapter! I am loving this cookies journey so much! Looking forward to your next post! Thanks for sharing your amazing stories with us!

  38. Thank you so much for our bonus chapter. Cookie has a lot of work ahead of her if she is going to fix the past. The thought of having to deal with Bill Compton over and over again would be Groundhog day Hell!

  39. I like how Eric has this feeling somewhere that he doesn’t want to anything bad to happen to Sookie . I like how Sookie is making changes being safe, and happy so far. I hope the happiness includes Eric too.

  40. Yay! Bonus chapter. Thank you, Kat. I thought it be till next week until we got an update. I feel like Sookie’s seeing this time around with endless possibilities. Love that,she’s determine to make the most of it. ALso, Eric seems to feel their definitely something more too Sookie.

  41. Thank you for the extra chapter. This is a story I’m very anxious to see more of! I’m curious to see how she’ll interact with Gran – who after all was never really living the completely “normal” humans-only life Sookie idealized in the books.

  42. Bonus yay! And as another bonus Eric deals with Rene… Eric’s suspicion about Sookie going to his house was kinda funny… And I can imagine Pam eyerolling at having to stay in rough grounds…

  43. Thank you so much for the chapters. You are a wonderful author ans awesome to give us 2!! I freakin LOVE this story!! He’ll any story you write LOL. I so hope Eric doesn’t hurt Sookies feelings and believes everything she tells him.. To bad he doesn’t remember, who knows maybe when she starts off he’ll remember something? I’ll just cross my fingers for the bestest scenario LOL!!
    Again THANKS SO MUCH!!

  44. Loved it. Glad they took care of Rene and saved some lives, especially Gran’s. I was hoping Eric would get his memories but that would be too easy, maybe when they exchange blood at some time in the future.. Really need to keep his maker from selling Eric to OK and keep Sophie-Anne alive, no Felipe..

  45. We’re There. Oh yeah, we are There! Woohoo. Dang that Eric can’t remember, but this is still awesome, no surprise there 🙂
    Woohoo, Rene is singing like a canary, without the extra carnage needed. Nice!
    Bye bye Bill! Hope you trip onto a stick as you carry out your luggage!!!!!!
    Gran! Yay Gran! Is Sookie going to tell Gran?
    I still have a next button, yay!

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