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Chapter 1 - Revelation

When Eric said we would make up for lost time, he wasn't kidding. It had been days since I've seen him, and it felt like weeks since we had been together. I was glad that my faerie cousin Claude had moved back into his own house yesterday, because Eric and I didn't make it past the kitchen table after he first arrived. Neither Eric nor I could get undressed fast enough. The bond between us, combined with the time that had passed since the last time, we were like an inferno. After Eric reached his happy moment right as I did (for the second time), he had the presence of mind to carry me to the bedroom. I still hadn't quite caught my breath.

"It's been too long, lover." He growled as he laid me on the bed. He slid in bed beside me, head propped on his elbow.

"Mm hmm." I responded, still unable to speak.

He kissed my lips, my face, my neck and made his way down my body. When he slipped his tongue into my happy place I moaned. He was very gentle, which I appreciated him having just thoroughly ravished me not ten minutes ago. I was at the brink of completion when he was ready to go again, and he moved his lips back up my body to meet mine. I started to protest when he smoothly slid into me, to the hilt. I moaned again. He was slow this time, keeping his rhythm at slow precise motions. I wanted release, and this was amazing torture.

"Please?" I begged, and he knew what I wanted.

"This?" He replied as he picked up the pace.

"Oh yes."I moaned and he kept going. Every nerve was on fire. I had never wanted anything more that I wanted him right now.

"Bite me." He moaned, offering me the inside of his wrist, as his torso moved to bring me to climax.

I was so lost in the moment it took me a few seconds to process what he had asked. "No," I breathed, working my body in tandem with his.

"Bite me." He growled thrusting with more force.

I gasped with pleasure. "No." I responded, my voice more firm, as I turned my face away from his waiting wrist.

"I want you to, wife of mine." Eric responded with a touch of annoyance in his voice. He thrust harder, not quite hurting me but with more force than was entirely pleasurable.

"I don't want to." I responded, slowing my body to a stop. Eric's voice and continued request tempering my arousal. Eric stopped as well, though he was still inside of me.

"Our bond is waning; you must drink from me, my wife." He stated, stroking my face with his hand, leaving his wrist only centimeters from my lips.

Now I was getting angry. "Of all the things that I must do, Eric, drinking your blood is not one of them at this moment. And I'm ok with our bond waning." Eric's expression didn't change, but his eyes flashed with anger for a second.

"You are mine!" he nearly snarled, anger having replaced the lust in his voice. "You are my wife. We are bonded. It must not be allowed to diminish."

That was it. I was no longer in the mood, for the love we had just been sharing. I pulled myself out from under Eric. He stayed where he was, but he allowed me to move something that with his strength and speed he could have prevented me from doing, if he had the inclination.

"I love you Eric, but I am my own. I decide my life. I am your wife by a trick on your part not a vow on mine. I am ok with our blood bond being a little weaker, it's not like it has disappeared or could even be described as weak, it's just a little weaker than it had been. I am human, you know, and I like feeling like it." I told him. I was truly angry now. Of all the people; or vampires, in the world who would understand not wanting to be controlled, not wanting to be under someone else's sway, it should be Eric.

"Sookie you are mine! I have waited for you, made you my lover, wed you, and we are bonded. I love you, and you will not continue to trivialize this. You are my wife. I am your husband. Our bond is waning, and needs to be restored. Drink!" he demanded before biting his wrist and offering it to me.

I jumped off the bed before his wrist reached my lips, but he blood was dripping onto the bedspread. "I will not." I told him, my voice cold and almost shaking with anger. "I am, and want to continue being my own person, separate from you. I need that. I will not take any more of your blood. Besides, the more of your blood I drink, the higher the possibility you might change me by accident, or have you forgotten?" I shot back, close to sounding like a petulant child.

Eric's eyes held my gaze, but he didn't respond. I couldn't read his mind if I wanted to, but I didn't need my extra ability to know what he was thinking. My stomach knotted, the color drained from my face, and a wave of defiance mingled with a bit of shame hit me through the bond. He hadn't forgotten at all. It wasn't his main purpose in trying to get me to drink – that truly was him wanting to strengthen our blood bond, but he wouldn't mind if that little side effect presented itself.

"You…" I accused, but couldn't finish the sentence, I was too horrified.

Before I could blink he was standing in front of me. He slid his arms around my waist, and looked down into my eyes. "I love you Sookie. I never want to lose you."

I was too shocked to speak, though if I could have, he probably would not have appreciated the responses that were running through my head. We stood there unmoving for several minutes, I was still so stunned.

"Sookie?" Eric broke the silence, snapping me out of stupor I was in.

Without dropping my eyes from his I responded, "Your invitation has been rescinded."

Eric's face betrayed his surprise, and through our bond I could feel his anger and his anguish rolling off him in waves. "Sookie, don't do this! You are my wife!" he demanded, as he walked backwards toward the front door. "Sookie!" he called as he got to the front door, and opened it. I walked into the bathroom, shut the door, and nearly collapsed onto the floor.

I didn't hear the door close, but through the bond Eric was so concerned with, I felt his departure. I also felt the rage and despair that was coursing through Eric's system in response to my dismissal. When I felt he had completely departed. I pulled on a t-shirt and crawled into bed, leaving our clothes on the kitchen floor, to be cleaned up in the morning.

I was too upset to fall asleep right away. I was devastated. I hadn't been this hurt since I found out that Bill, my first love, had courted me, been ordered to seduce me, as a mission from his Queen. Eric had promised he would never turn me, never change me even if I was so near death that I would die if he didn't. I had made it clear that I didn't want to be a vampire, and he had agreed he would not take my human life from me. I guess he thought that if it happened by 'accident' it wouldn't count as breaking a promise, or a lie, or whatever. I felt so betrayed. I didn't know what to do, my thought running in dark and broken hearted circles until I was finally able to fall asleep.