I own not the characters or the song. This is just something I needed to get out for my sanity not liking where I think the books are heading. I'm hoping I'm wrong.

The story switches POV after the parts of the song. I hope it's understandable.

Nights were always the worst time for me. They taunted me of a different time when they were filled with…excitement. My nights used to be busy, always having something to do with someone. Sure someone I cared for or I myself nearly got killed in quite a few of them but then again, never boring. I was once never alone with just my thoughts for company.

It was easier to get through the days knowing he wasn't conscious at that time anyway. That he wouldn't be able to be with me regardless. But the night – that was difficult. That was our time. Or at least it used to be. I had to keep reminding myself that I gave that it up. No, I couldn't word it like that. I refused it. I deserved better is what I kept telling myself. That's not really why I did it though. He deserved someone who understood, someone who could be ok with it. I was never very good at sharing.

Not having any distractions at night was when it was the worst. Tonight I got home from the bar and would have some time before he got home. He was making sure the shipment had everything we had ordered. He would be another hour or so. I didn't know if that was a good thing.

Yes, it's often bad, the nights where I have nothing but my thoughts. This night in particular, an anniversary of sorts, I just needed to hear his voice.

Northman," he said as he picked up the phone. I had to tell myself he didn't look at the caller ID before picking up. That no matter how awkward things were with us, he would never be that cold to me – no hello or anything. Just how he addressed the people who worked for him. After what I did to him, some sort of warm acknowledgment was probably asking too much.

"Hey," is my lame response knowing, ok hoping, that after all this time he would recognize my voice. My heart sinks, as I get no response for what felt like a lifetime. In retrospect it was only seconds.

Honey why are you calling me so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now

Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?

I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud

"Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

I've come hate these nights. The nights once a year when I am forced to – well I hate it when I'm forced to do anything really. Who really enjoys being made to do something – especially when it was all put into motion by someone who's now dead, well finally dead. My maker's final death should have allowed me to say no to the contract. Unfortunately, things rarely happen as they should.

Which leads me here, in Oklahoma. I wasn't too fond of the state before, yet now I abhor it. I never want to be here but am even more upset that I'm here tonight. Tonight of all nights I wish I could be sitting on my throne, enthralling the vermin, with nothing but my thoughts. When she would not allow me to switch dates, I truly thought of killing her. I may have if it wouldn't mean more paperwork.

Tonight marks five years since the fight with the fairies. I like to think that this is the time she and I came to an understanding of our relationship. Oh we had quite the relationship before but I hold this night as the turning point. I had my lost memories and we had escaped with our lives when others had not.

As I'm lost in my thoughts I land right outside the Royal Residence in Oklahoma. That's the other thing driving me crazy. Her demand our meetings are on her turf. I always go to her. She did this to have power over me during out meetings. I'm about to walk through the door when my phone rings. Hoping it's anything to get me out the yearly conjugal visits I have found myself in, I pick it up quickly not even looking at the caller ID.

I pause when I hear her voice. Part of me feels like collapsing right there but with the Queens guards I need to act as if it's nothing out of the ordinary. I know I should just hang up and explain why later, but I can't hurt her. I have already done enough to her. Plus, hearing her voice for the first time in years, I was being selfish in needing to hear her voice.

"Yes," I say as I change my course back out into the yard motioning to the guards I needed to take this call.

Now, there is nothing from her for a bit. She's probably hurt by the coldness of my tone, and I again wish there was a way I could just go to her and make things better. That's no longer my job.

I try to look around for a spot I can speak a little more freely to her well not being overheard to the point where anything will seem amiss.

"Is everything ok," I ask mentally thinking how long it would take me to get to her. How soon could Pam reach her?

"Oh yes," she quickly says in the way she did when she was in fear of my reaction. "I didn't mean to worry you Eric. I guess, I just needed to…" she trails off not finishing her sentence. Hearing my name from her brings a smile to my face. It quickly leaves it though as I try to keep it to myself who I am speaking to.

"It's nice to hear from you Sookie," I reply forcing myself not to make her finish that sentence. I continue wishing I could just shirk my duty and go to her. "It's just not the best time right now. I have my…annual visit tonight," I tell her hoping she'll understand the meaning behind that statement.

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And yes I've dreamt of you too

And does he know you're talking to me?

Will it start a fight?

No I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

"Oh," I say quickly understanding his meaning. "I'm sorry," I say to him again. "I didn't realize you'd be going to her tonight," I say a little hurt of all nights he would be seeing her on this one. With the end of that first fairy skirmish, I had come to see how he, Eric with all his memories, cared for me.

Of course, I would decide to call him for the first time in years on this night. Our timing had never really worked out. Why would tonight be any different?

I hear the change in his tone as he says cruelly, "How's the Shifter doing? You have any little furballs yet?"

"Don't you dare," I grit my teeth and say to him. I'm proud I managed to hold back the tears but even I can hear my voice waver and I know he'll catch it too. I just don't know what it will mean to him at this point.

I look at the clock guessing I have about a half hour before Sam gets home from the bar. I'm wondering if I should just hang up the phone and wait for him. I don't though, knowing if I leave it as this I wouldn't be able to take it.

"At least I was honorable and told you. You said nothing until you weren't left with any other choice," I reply throwing that in his face. When I started seeing Sam, I went and told Eric knowing how much it hurt me when I found out about the contract that bastard Ocella started so much later than anyone else.

"I'm sorry," he responds. I can hardly believe my ears. He has never apologized about the situation we found ourselves in before. Though it was hardly his fault, I needed his acknowledgment of the pain it has caused me.

"I'm sorry too," I tell him so he knows I acknowledge my role. I couldn't be with him knowing he would be forced to be with her. I would hate it when he had to leave me, and when I had to acknowledge he was married to another. He deserved a chance to find someone who could accept that part of him. I hoped he realized it was never that I didn't love him.

Part of me would always love him.

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

And I never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

Honey why are you calling me so late?

I don't know why I snapped when I heard her say I was going to the Queen. I guess I couldn't believe that she would think I picked tonight. Hearing her say it like that made it sound as she thought I had a choice.

I snap out "How's the Shifter doing? You have any little furballs yet?" instantly regretting both my words and tone. When I hear her voice waver in her response. I apologize. I already caused her too much pain. I am shocked when I hear her apologize as well.

"Don't do that. You have nothing to be apologetic about. It's the rules in my life that drove you away," I tell her.

"I'm the one who wasn't strong enough to handle that part of you life. It's your duty to you people. It's my selfishness that drove us apart," I can't believe I hear her say that.

"Sookie, you shouldn't have to share anyone. You deserve so much more than what I could have offered you given the circumstances." I can't believe she would think so little of herself that she would have to put up with me being unfaithful. Yes, I admit there was a time where I had hoped it, but I never truly expected her to be ok with it. If she were, she would not have been the human I…loved.

"Eric, you know I never stopped -," she began but then hesitated. I would not let her get away with this one.

"Stopped what, Sookie? Please, I need to hear you say it. If you ever cared about me at all –"

"Loving you Eric," she cut me off. "I never stopped loving you. I don't think I ever will." I can tell she was crying at this point. I need to do what little I could to comfort her.

"I will love you for as long as I walk this earth, Sookie," I tell her hoping she can hear the sincerity in my voice. Feelings are something I need to push down; I would get sloppy, be weak with them. I wasn't sure if she would ever hear it from me again. I needed her to hear it now.

I can tell I've stunned her. She knows what the acknowledgment truly means. I hear her say a soft, "Thank-you Eric," I hear as she hangs up.

We've said all we can. I look at my phone wishing I had a few more minutes with her.

So originally this was just going to be a one-shot. I've had some ideas floating in my head over the weekend and I'm going to see if I can sort through them to make a story out of this. I would like to get a few chapters together before I start posting so if you would want to read a continuation of sorts, check for one after the new year.