So Contagious

Broken

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

I took Sookie back home, after she yelled at me and now I was looking at a picture of her. I know it was kind of stalk-ish of me to have it taken after she left me the first time. I made Eric's day man take it…or them. He took a lot of pictures for my request, but this was my favorite. She was laughing at something her friend said. I love to see her smile and laugh, even about silly things. I just love how her face looks when she laughs and how it sounds.

Doesn't she understand that I liked—maybe even loved her for herself, not because I first thought she looked like Rose. She knew that she looked like Rosalie so I just don't get it. Why did she suddenly get mad at me and think so little of herself? Like I would…or even could think of her as desperate.

She is everything to me. I didn't have time to explain myself to her, because the sun was rising so I want…need to go back. I need to touch her, feel her. I want to smell her hair. Actually I want to do anything and everything that includes her.

It was sun down soon. I would get her to understand, because if I didn't…What did I have left? I couldn't stand the idea of her in pain or thinking low of herself.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away

"Master? What are you doing?" Eric asked behind me and came closer "Still thinking about her?"

"Yes," I told him honestly.

"But why?! She is just a blood bag," he asked confused.

"Don't speak of her that way," I said still looking at Sookie's picture.

"Master…"

"I have told you a thousand times not to call me Master anymore. I have a name," I remind him.

"Godric…Why are you behaving like this?"

"I miss her," I say, looking at the picture again.

"But she's nothing! Just…"

"My angel," I told him.

"I still think that maybe she is a witch…" he started again…

"Why did you do it, Eric?" I asked sadly.

"Do what?" he smirked.

"You know perfectly well what you did, even though you knew what she means to me!"

I felt him looking at me straight in to my eyes.

"And you're the one that gets humans better. She feels like I only bothered myself with her, because how she look like Rose. But that's not true and if I don't get her back…" I say with such desperation.

"What?" he asked "I get it. She is really beautiful, but you could have anyone. You are over 2,000 years old and many other humans…"

"Are not her," I finished his sentence "She's light to my darkness, Eric. What do I have to live for if she's not here…with me?"

"You can't mean that!" Eric yelled shocked.

"Eric, I'm sure you have felt my sadness through our bond. I was coming here to say goodbye before meeting the sun – but then I met her and now I feel like I cannot leave anymore," I told him honestly.