He was supposed to be suiting up for the attack on Moon Goddess but he couldn't concentrate on anything but Sookie. He replayed their last conversation over in his head. The way he saw it he had two options, try to be the man he was without his memory again… try to be human or he could be himself and if she could not accept him then that was her problem. But then again why should he change himself for her. She should want him as he is or not at all. Yet, he still wanted her to pick him over fucking Bill Compton. He would not beg for her, he decided, that was pathetic Bill-like behavior. Maybe he should distance himself from her, so as not to suffocate her and give her time to think. What was that saying? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? He didn't know if he was prepared to test that theory.

How did this happen? He asked himself. Sookie Stackhouse was just a woman. He knew these words were a lie even before he thought them, she wasn't just a woman. She was the shining lighthouse on the dark, cold, empty ocean of the past thousand years of existence. Pam strode into his office then, clad in black leather, not at all like the skimpy leather outfits she wore at Fangtasia. Her combat boots squeaked on the black tile floor. "Why aren't you dressed?" She asked disapprovingly. He didn't look at her when he spoke. "I will join you in a minute, Pam."

"Fine" was all she said, her boots gave a particularly loud squeak as she turned on her heels and left him alone in his office, muttering something that sounded like "whipped" on her way out. He straightened from his slouch and realized she was right. He was Sheriff and he had responsibilities, he had no time to ponder his feelings for Sookie. At least not tonight.

He dressed quickly and met Pam, Jessica, and Bill at the bar where they were all drinking bottles of True Blood. Once he entered the room Bill took a couple determined steps toward him. He was not in the mood for Compton's shit tonight. He could barely look at him when he stood blocking his path to Pam. "Get out of my way, your majesty." He spat sarcastically. Bill looked like at him for a moment then let Eric pass. Sookie came flooding back into his mind then. He was still processing some of his new memories. He thought of her and her laughter. They had laughed together. He remembered the feel of her skin against his, the feel of her hair draped across his chest as she slept, the feel of her heartbeat under his palm. Enough! He thought to himself. Now was not the time. There was work to be done.

Pam was the first to speak "Okay, we have a van out front with all the weapons we need and more," an evil smile spread across her face. That's my girl, he thought, proud that Pam was able to take charge so easily. She looked at Eric to take over which he was more than happy to do. "I will drive, Pam, Jessica, you stay in the back, choose your weapons wisely and stick with them. When we arrive we will immediately attack with the most powerful weapons we have. Don't let the witches cast any spells, break their necks if need be. Whoever gets to Antonia first is to kill her without hesitation, I don't care who does it." It felt good to be back. He took a deep, unneeded, breath. Yes, he loved his job and even more than that he loved a fight.

"I call the fucking Bazooka," Jessica said excitement in her eyes. She was about as excited as he was. Today he appreciated Jessica's youth.

"No fucking way, the Bazooka is mine." Pam scoffed, "How about trying something a little more your speed." She handed Jessica what looked like a simple machine gun.

"Whatever," she said, wise enough not to cross Pam tonight. "As long as I get to kill shit." She smiled as she repeated her sentiment from the night before. Yes, he rather liked Jessica tonight.

They all loaded into the black van, divided weaponry and drove silently to the witch headquarters. Bill sat in the passenger seat beside him just as silently. He hated Bill more than ever at this moment. Not just for standing in the way of him and Sookie but for being such a goddamn suck-up. Eric remembered that Bill was ready and willing to sentence him to the final death, yet he freed Eric knowing how this development would put him back on Sookie's good graces. Fuck him. They soon pulled up in front of the seemingly small establishment called Moon Goddess Emporium. He circled around to the back of the van and unlatched the double doors for Pam and Jessica. Pam smiled at him putting her hand on his shoulder to lift herself out, her other hand was gripping a large weapon which he could only guess to be the Bazooka. He picked up the gun next to where Pam had been sitting, he decided that it looked the most powerful. He had no idea what it was or how to use it but he was a quick learner. Pam hitched the huge piece of machinery onto her right shoulder aimed and ready to destroy The Moon Goddess Emporium. "On my count," he said loud enough for them all to hear "Pam! Three… two… one!"