True Blood Sookie And Eric Novels & Stories

I check it. Eric: Upstairs. I take the stairs two at a time, sidestepping some intoxicated people and some couples dry humping against each other. Eric is in a booth with Lucas, a common friend, and associate of ours. They are both nursing a bottle of drink in their hands. They were both at my wedding and I'm guessing that's how Eric was able to recognise Samantha. Skipping niceties and greetings, I go straight to the point. "Where is she?" I ask, standing in front of them.

breathe. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, it's her." Eric sounded almost apologetic. Angel fell back in his seat but still squeezed the steering wheel. He swallowed hard, not wanting to believe. "Where?" "Some greasy spoon off of Proctor," he said. "I'd never even seen this place before." "She still there?" Angel sat up straight. It suddenly hit him that Eric wasn't talking about seeing her earlier. She was still there—with another guy. "Yeah," Eric said. "They're in there eating. They were holding hands when they walked in, and I don't know how much longer I can hold this guy back. He's ready to run in there and explode on the guy now."