This very short story was inspired by the song "Break up with Him" by Old Dominion. It will be approximately ten chapters or so, with an average word count of 500 - 1000 words per chapter. Shorter and more to the point than my normal style, but this one is all written and just needs editing and polishing as I get the chapters out to you.

Hope you enjoy!

As always, I do not own these characters. That right and privilege belongs to Charlaine Harris.

The phone rang once, twice and then three times, echoing through the silent house. It was three sixteen and most reasonable folks would have hung up the phone, or not called at such an ungodly hour in the first place. The vampire on the other end of the line didn't give a sweet damn about such niceties and let the phone continue to ring four, five and six times. On the seventh ring, his patience was rewarded.

"Hello?" Her drowsy voiced confirmed the obvious and he tried to picture how she must look. Her thick blond hair would be tousled, her blue eyes heavy lidded with sleep. Her luscious lips, so often compressed into a thin, annoyed line, would be soft and full. Curled up under the blankets, her tanned, curvy body would be warm and …

"What are you wearing?"

"What?" Her tone was sharper, but still sleepy. "Who is this?"

"Your future lover." He smirked into the phone. "I'm devastated you don't recognize my voice."

"Eric?"

"Yes, Sookie?"

"I'm not your future lover. I have a boyfriend. Remember Bill?" Her voice was more alert, but she sounded warmly compliant rather than combative.

"Ah, yes. Bill." The vampire's eyes rolled back as he considered Bill Compton. The younger vampire was unsuited on every conceivable level. "He won't last long. I can wait."

"What makes you so sure of yourself?"

"Because he can't give you what you need."

"Bill treats me very well, thank you," she replied automatically, even though the very words lacked conviction. "What is it you think I need?"

"Me." The one word statement was uttered with complete confidence. "I see how you look at me, Sookie."

"And how is that?" She sounded curious rather than wary and Eric smiled to himself. Obviously, the middle of the night was the best time to talk with the telepath who bewitched his thoughts.

"With curiosity. You look at me and you can't help wonder, can you?"

"I can't help wonder where your ego comes from," she retorted quickly, but without any heat.

"You do know we're just wasting precious time here, don't you? It is inevitable, you and I."

"And what about Bill?"

"He's not my type," he chuckled. The deep, husky sound sent goosebumps racing across her skin and she tried to focus her tired brain on her argument rather than acknowledge his sexy banter.

"Did you just call to insult my boyfriend?"

"No, I called to see if you still had a boyfriend." The Civil War veteran was no match for the ancient Viking vampire but he much preferred Sookie coming to him on her own terms. It wouldn't be much longer, he thought.

"Well, I do, so unless there's anything else, I need to go back to sleep." There was a touch of impatience in her voice, but no anger. Eric took it to be a good sign.

"Well, there was one more thing," he replied in a conspiratorial tone.

"What is it?" A yawn nearly covered her words.

"You still haven't told me what you're wearing."

"You're incorrigible," she tutted at him. "Goodnight, Eric."

"Goodnight, my future lover."

So, what do you think?