Pounding waves... water was filling my mouth and eyes...

And it felt so right.

To be honest, I didn't know how long I was out of it for, and when reality finally came back around for me, I groaned lightly and sat up, raising a hand to my head and looked around.

The place was... familiar. Now I realized just where I was;

Erics room under the bar.

I rubbed my chest absentmindedly as I got to my feet, pushing the silky deep blood red covers away, looking around again-

What had happened-? It was all so... confusing.

Why could I hear the waves for a second?

I just... couldn't remember.

I cautiously walked up to the main bar to find it empty, the clock on the wall saying that it was just gone nine.

"Um... hello-?" I called, feeling a little nervous. How had I got here exact ly?

There was footsteps now, then I turned to Erics office, finding myself looking at Pam, who looked surprised to see me awake. I was shocked when she sighed, stepping forwards and almost went to hug me, but I chuckled.

"Don't Pammy. Awkward."

She nodded, then just shook her head. "How do you feel?"

"Alright. Where's Eric? He's somewhere safe right? Someone's looking after him?"

"Well-"

"Pam! Tell me he's ok."

She nodded. "He's fine."

"Where is he?"

Pam was looking behind me, and I just spun round, facing the man. I breathed a sigh of relief, then stepped forwards, not caring what I looked like as I hugged him tightly, feeling him kiss the top of my head and say quietly. "You've been lost for over a week. Almost two."

At that, I frowned and he told me. "I'm glad you're back."

"Me too." I muttered, burying my face in his chest, feeling him smooth my hair back.

Something felt... different.

"Eric-?" I asked now, my eyes widening as I stepped back, taking him in properly. His hair was more cared for, and his clothes were his... old tastes.

He never answered me, just merely leaned forwards and kissed me passionately for a minuet or two, and I knew in an instant that my Eric, the old Eric... he was back.

"Miss me sweetheart?" He asked me quietly, his hands on my cheeks. I smiled, then chuckled. "I'm not sure. But what do you remember? Do you remember anything?"

"I don't."

I saw Pam roll her eyes, then Eric cast her a glance, making her leave in a flash.

"A shame." I chuckled, and he nodded. "Hmm, maybe so."

So he'd been back for almost a fortnight? God...

"What happened to me?"

Eric shook his head. "I had just returned when we found you in the middle of the road, soaking wet. No water for miles."

It was confusing for him, and even more for myself. Strange...

To be honest, I think he was happy to see me back, for he just leaned forwards and kissed me again, much harder and passionate than his other self. Wilder and more untamed.

He stepped us back, and I felt something behind me, and as he pushed me onto it, I knew it was the pool table. Huh, here we were again? This pool table had certainly had some action from us both.

The hungry kisses were back once more, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, reaching down and undid the button and zip on his jeans, but for once, actually, the first ever time in a thousand years, he caught my wrist and just said. "Wait."

I frowned, then he chuckled. "My little Pretty Girl... who-?"

"What did you just say-?"

He stopped dead, and I smirked. "I thought you said you couldn't remember anything?"

Eric still didn't say anything, and I flipped us over, sitting on him, a hand playing with his bottom shirt button. "You little liar."

He rolled his eyes, then muttered. "So?"

Ah. I got him straight away- he was embarrassed. Well, he'd never admit to it, but I could tell.

Hehe. He was embarrassed by the fact his wife had been looking after him so much.

"What are you like?" I chuckled, leaning down and just kissed him for a moment, running a hand through his hair, then I asked him, our lips touching-

"You remember everything?"

"...I do."

I chuckled, raising a hand and moved the hair from his eyes, going. "Is he still in there?"

"Mmhmm. I think so." He told me, moving my hand from his hair and to his unbeating heart, putting my hand over it. I looked down, then he said. "I love you my little Pretty Girl."

"That sounded so cheap." I chuckled, leaning down and just hugged him again, closing my eyes against his chest, thankful that he was safe, that we were both safe...

But if that sweeter Eric was still in there... I would be even happier.

-WEIGHTOFTHEWORLD-

The next day, I woke up rather early, before the sun set way anyway. About midday.

It was my first day back really, and it was nearly Christmas.

But for now, I was stood on the leather seats, stringing up red tinsel around the room artistically. It was starting to look lovely by now.

Suddenly, my stilleto heel went through the black leather of the seat and my eyes widened in horror, looking down and seeing the hole.

Oh fucking shit-!

I casually pulled the table closer so it was pretty much hidden. And good timing as well-

"Time you're back."

At that, I turned around and chuckled. "You like it?"

"It looks like a drag bar."

"I've been doing all this since four! Pftt."

He chuckled, then just stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. I raised my hands to his own above my navel, then said. "Come on love. I have to Christmas-fy this place. Off."

I knew he was pouting, because what was new?

Eric went out soon after, and he never told me why. But when he came back... he made me scream in excitement when a truck pulled up behind the bar with a massive tree.

"Happy now?" He asked me, and I kissed him hard for a moment, grinning. "Oh yeah. Now... com-"

"I'm not helping decorating."

"Misery!"

"I'll just sit down and watch." He smirked, sitting down on his big-head chair and crossed his ankles.

Bastard.

But within the hour, I had turned the bar into a red tinsel palace. It was brilliant! The tree was my favorite, for it was covered in shiny red and black tinsel and baubles.

Christmas... vampire style!

Afterwards, I sat down on his lap once more, and he looked around, sighing. "You're clearing all this up."

"Meany." I muttered, then Eric frowned, looking at something new in his, our, bar. He pretty much pushed me off his lap, and I sat down on it properly as he walked over to a space of red wall that had been previously blank. But now a thick black leather picture frame with a photo in.

"And what's this all about?" He asked me, bemused as he unhooked it and turned it to me- it was a photo of us both in our wedding getup. Just after the ceremony where we went down to the beach in New Orleans. He was looking rather dashing in a dark grey-silver suit and myself in that long white sundress that looked more or less like a wedding one. There was a halo of daisies around my head from the bouquet.

I'd loved that photo with the ocean behind us. I suppose it was that other side to me that I was now in touch with.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked, and he chuckled. "It's a wedding photo in a vampire bar." He gave liked that photo too.

I shrugged, crossing my ankles. "Everyone should know you're married. You're mine. No one elses."

"Getting possessive are we?" He asked me now, stepping over and leaned down, hands on the chair arms, kissing me hungrily for a moment, then I sighed. "I think I might call it an early night."

"But it's only eight."

"And? I've had a busy day."

"Suntanning?"

"...a tad. But I've also been running around Shreveport sorting out all the crap you left when you were brainless. Sorting prices out, that crack on the front window... so much."

"Oh-? Gonna blame me for losing my memory?"

"Yep." I grinned, leaning forwards and wrapped an arm around his neck, kissing him for a moment, letting him pick me up into his arms. I chanced a look down and went. "Eek. God you're a tall freak."

Let's hope he didn't drop me.

But he did drop me... onto our bed.

He pushed the door closed, then pretty much pushed me down onto the bed, raising a hand to my cheek where he started to kiss me hungrily, that familiar feeling of desire springing up between us, our lips heated.

We knew each others bodies better than we knew them ourselves I was quite sure, and I raised a hand to his black shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. He yanked my blouse off over my head, and I heard a little tear-

If we couldn't get each others clothes off fast enough, we just ripped them off.

Yeah, that was how I'd lost my favorite little one of a kind dress. Bastard impatient Eric.

He ran his hands up my bare sides now, and I could feel a kind of heat in my cheeks from where his hand moved to my thigh.

"I was going bed." I told him now as he tossed the rest of our clothes away, and he chuckled, kissing my neck, then moved down to my breasts.

Yep. My Eric was back alright.

It was a little awkward when our fangs came out, getting in the way of our kisses. I did love this man, and whether we lived for another year or thousand years more... I think I always would love him. Great looks, great in bed... what more did this Siren need (?)

So much for going sleep, I ended up under the covers with my husband, addicted to each other like heroin or some other drug.

Afterwards, it was strange. I had just gotten used to his other side. That much sweeter and vulnerable side. It wasn't that case anymore, and he was back to being the full red blooded alpha male in bed.

Maybe I missed his other side...

"What's wrong?" He asked me as I lay there, staring at the ceiling. I turned my head to him, then sighed. "I'm good. Just thinking."

"I can feel it."

Ah crap...

He turned over onto his side, then raised a hand, brushing the hair from my eyes and behind my ears. I pouted a little, then shook my head. "Nothing's wrong. Just... man... thinking."

"About what?"

"..."

"Memory loss me?" He suggested, and I rolled my eyes, nodding. "Yeah. I suppose so."

Eric was silent, then asked quietly. "You liked that version, didn't you?"

I really didn't want to say this... but I couldn't lie-

"Mmhmm. I did."

He sighed, then just leaned forwards and kissed me gently, raising a hand to my bare, smooth side. He took my hand now and moved it up to his chest once more, saying again-

"He's still in there. You do know that?"

I did know that, then he said quietly against my lips. "My little Pretty Girl."

He was right. That side to him was still in there... but now-? I just couldn't feel it.

I put a hand on his chest now and pushed him back onto his back, sitting on him in a way that made him groan quietly, and I smirked. "N'aww (!)"

He rolled his eyes, then sighed. "Were you ever going to tell-"

I just put a finger over his lips, then smirked again, leaning down and said before I touched his lips with my own. "Shut up. I'm sick of you thinking yourself as the alpha male."

"Bring it on then love." He told me, a smirk on his own face, probably remembering our activities when he didn't know who he was. I'd more or less had to show him the ropes.

As I started off ontop of him, he had to go. "Imagine if we could have children?"

"Huh. We'd have about a hundred by now."

"Make that a thousand." He smirked, raising his hands to my chest, but I raised my own and slapped them away, scoffing. "You can look, but you can't touch."

"I'm not window shopping. You're my wife and those, I repeat, are mine."

"Whatever. Go grow your own then." I smirked, leaning down and just kissed him once more.

-WEIGHTOFTHEWORLD-

When we emerged later on that night, there was a surprise waiting for us both...

One I'd forgotten about.

One that Eric knew...

One that Eric could remember.

Godric was sat in Erics chair, looking like he was waiting for us...

Oh bloody hell...

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