A/N: Hello my lovelies! This is my post season four vision for Eric and Sookie inspired by one of my favorite songs. If you like it let me know and I'll keep it going.

I own nothing; I just like playing with the toys of others.

EPOV

It has been a month since the last time I saw or spoke to Sookie. That night at Bill's when she told both of us that she couldn't be with either of us because she didn't want to hurts us. I don't think she had any idea the hurt she caused me. I opened myself to her, loved her, was willing to give her everything and she threw it back in my face.

I respected her request to leave her alone. I made no attempts to see her or speak to her, even though it killed me to stay away. At first I was so angry with her that I swore to myself I would forget she ever existed: easier said than done.

I couldn't get her out of my head; I was still very much in love with her. I replayed all the wonderful memories I had of us over and over. Not just the sex but everything, all our conversations, the cuddling, the day I got to see her in the sun.

I still watched over here from a distance, hovering at the edge of her woods. If this was all I could have I'd take it, it made me feel better just to see her from afar, to smell her scent on the breeze and knowing that she was safe.

I watched as time and time again Bill would show up at her house trying to get her to speak to him, accept his gifts but every time she sent him away. This made me happy, I had been afraid that she would accept him back into her life.

As the days turned into weeks my hope that she would come to me began to fade and I was at the lowest point I had been in a long time. I missed her; I wanted her back more than anything. I had to make a choice; I couldn't go on like this anymore. She has had more than enough time to figure out what she feels for me and either way I need an answer.

My plan was simple; write her a letter and lay it all out for her. If she wants me in her life it will be all or nothing. She will have to come to me and tell me that she chooses me. First thing in the morning I plan to have Ginger deliver the package I have put together to Sookie and then I will wait for her answer.

I put the letter, a programmed GPS unit that would direct her to my home and a picture of us together that I had keep in my resting place for more than a year. I had pulled it from the surveillance tape from the roof top of the Hotel Carmilla. It was of the moment she took my hand; we were looking into each other's eyes as the first rays of the sun began to lighten the sky.

The night I lost my maker was the first night I knew for sure that I could and would love her. That photograph was the first thing I saw when I rose and the last image my eyes held before the sun claimed me for the day. If she didn't want me I couldn't bear to look at it ever again.

I sealed the contents of the box and called Ginger into my office. I gave her very specific instructions to deliver the box to Sookie. I made sure she understood that she was not to ask or answer any questions. She was to deliver it into Sookie's hands and under no circumstances was she to hand it off to anyone else, even if she had to wait there for hours until Sookie took it.

It was almost sunrise and I planned to remain awake until Ginger returned to the bar with news that she had in fact given it to Sookie. I wanted to make sure that there was zero chance for Bill to intercept the package. I would suffer thru the bleeds to have the peace of mind that she in fact had received the package. I would and have suffered worse for her.

As soon as the sun rose I sent Ginger on her way on one of my cars to further insure that nothing happened to delay the delivery. I wanted Sookie to have the day to think it over. I prayed to the gods of my people that she would come to me and if she did not to give me the strength to let her go.

I paced the bar like a caged animal for hours waiting for Ginger to come back; it was almost noon when she returned to Fangtasia. She told me Sookie had accepted the package from her. She said that she was very surprised to see her there and asked how I had been, said she was more than a little pissed when she informed her she wasn't allow to ask or answer any questions.

I laughed out loud at that, it was classic Sookie. I dismissed Ginger so that I could go to rest; I had to be ready for Sookie in the event she showed up tonight. All I could do now was wait and hope.

SPOV

I had just sat down with a cup of coffee when some knocked loudly on my door. I had no idea who it could possibly be, I wasn't expecting anyone. I quickly walked to the door since whoever my caller was they were very insistent as they continued the assault on my front door.

I peeked out the curtain and saw Ginger standing on my porch. I opened the door and she greeted me with her usual cheeriness. I was more than a little surprised to see her; I didn't even know she knew where I lived. Then it dawned on me, Eric must have sent her. That only surprised me more; I hadn't heard from or seen him since the night I walked out on him at Bill's place.

"Hi'ya Sookie. It's good to see ya again. Sorry to be banging on your door this early and all but Eric asked me to deliver this to you." She said as she handed me a small box. I took it from her and asked how Eric was "Sorry he said no askin and no answerin any questions." She replied with a lopsided smile. I huffed and rolled my eyes whispering high handed A-hole under my breath.

I dropped my shields and found her thinking about how not ok he was. He was no longer sitting on his throne to entertain his many admirers and in fact he hardly ever came to the bar at all. Pam was furious that he wouldn't feed from people; instead he was buying blood from a blood bank or just drinking True Blood. He ordered Ginger to start calling him Eric instead of master since he wasn't her maker it was just degrading for her to do so. I was so shocked at what I saw I couldn't think straight.

"Well Sookie I better go he's waitin up for me to get back. Said he needs to know ya got that. See ya." She chirped. I looked at the box he sent and I wondered what it could possibly be and why he didn't just bring it himself. It bothered me to know he was forcing himself to stay awake during the day so he could know I received his package. It made me sad to think of him suffering, the bleeds were not pleasant.

I had thought of Eric often over the last month even though I tried not to. We had so much history together and I found that I missed seeing him. Even when he was being an annoying high handed asshole I did enjoy our verbal sparring. I also relived with regularity our time together while he was cursed as those were the happiest days of my life.

When I asked Eric to not come around that night at Bill's, I never expected him to comply with my wishes. If he wanted something he went after it with fervor and when I didn't hear anything from him or see him I assumed he had moved on from me. Bill was in my face almost every sundown begging and pleading trying to win me back. It seemed no matter how many times I said no to his advances, he would not give up.

I loved Bill but I was not in love with him anymore. A couple weeks after I had his blood and the effects started to wane I knew that to be the truth. Eric on the other hand I was most certainly in love with him still, even after the effects of his blood began to fade. I regretted pushing him away but I needed to know what was real and what was just chemical.

I carried the box into the kitchen with me and sat it on the table. I refilled my coffee cup and grabbed a knife to open the binding of the box. I sliced the tape that secured it on all sides and pulled the lid off, inside there where two envelopes and a smaller box.

I picked up the smaller of the two envelopes, written on the front in Eric's beautiful script were two words "The Beginning". I broke the seal careful not to rip it and pulled out the contents, it was a photo of Eric and I on the roof top of the Hotel Carmilla from the morning Godric met the sun.

I was holding his hand and we were looking into each other's eyes. The photo was worn around the edges even though it was only a little over a year old, this photo had been handled a lot. He must have had it pulled from the security cameras before we left.

It pulled at my heart strings to know that he went to the trouble of getting this picture of us. It obviously meant a lot to him and he clearly spent a significant amount of time looking at it judging by the wear it showed. He cared for me before the curse, before Russell, he cared for me even when I told him I hated him every time I saw him.

I thought back to all the times after Dallas when he said I was important to him and the things he did to show me he did. Back then I chalked it all up to my telepathy being what he cared about. How did I not see he was trying to show me he cared for just me in general? The words written on the front of the envelope now made perfect sense; this was the moment his feelings for me started.

I placed the photo back in its envelope, returned it to the box and picked up the letter sized one. This one also had two words written on the front "Your Choice". I carefully broke the seal and pulled out the letter inside. I took a deep breath and read the words he had written to me.

My Dearest Sookie,

I am writing you this letter to explain some things to you. I have respected your wishes and left you alone but these have been the most difficult 30 days of my life. I miss seeing you, hearing your voice and having you in my arms. I hope that this last month has allowed you to find clarity about your feelings for me. I love you Sookie and I want more than anything for you to be mine as I am already yours. I need an answer; I cannot go on like this. When I said I would give everything up to be with you I meant it and if you asked it of me I still would if it meant we would be together. I am asking for nothing but your love and companionship.

It's all or nothing lover.

If you choose to be mine I promise you that you will never regret it. I will love you and cherish you for the rest of your life and forever if you choose to join me for eternity. If you do not want me then I give you my word you will never hear from me or see me again. I will ask you to give me the same courtesy and stay away forever no calls or appearances at my bar for any reason. I am not trying to be cruel or scare you; I just couldn't bear to see you knowing what I have lost.

I have enclosed a GPS unit; it is programmed to bring you to my home. I will wait for you there tonight from sunset to sunrise. If I do not see you this night I will know that your answer is that you do not want me in your life. If you chose not to come please destroy the GPS as no one except myself and Pam know where I rest.

Yours,

-E

I didn't try to stop the tears that were streaming down my cheek as I read his letter. I could feel the pain flowing from his words as much as I could feel his love for me. He was giving me the one thing everyone else always took from me, choice.