What's the Matter with You?

I was sitting in the parlor alone on Monday, doing some householdy chores in the parlor. I hadn't paid attention to the fact there was a Vampire in the box, sort of a Halloweeny morbid toy. When Eric sat up and smoothed back his hair, I nearly screamed. "Damn it all to hell Eric, can't you at least announce you are here and about to get up?"
"I like to scare you, Aslinn, it makes your heart pound," he said. He stood up and let the coffin quilt fall to the floor of the wicker casket and he stepped out and let the lid fall. He came over and stood over me, which I hate. I pushed him back a little because he let me and I walked over to the sink.
"Want a Tru:Blood?" I asked.
"No," he said. He was at my back, looming again.

"Back the truck up buddy or you are going to get a fork in the nads," I said, elbowing him away. He laughed. He leaned against the counter of the bar and watched me wash up the few dishes.
"Bill is right, you wash dishes when you are upset," he said lazily. "So why are you mad at me?"
"What's the matter with you?" I said, turning to him, drying my hands.
"What are you referring to?" he asked, totally uninterested.
"Wanna look at me while I am speaking to you?" I said. He looked at me. "Why did you do that to Pam?"
"Do not get into this with me, Aslinn," he said. "What happens between a maker and his child is sacrosanct."
"Bull shit," I said."Pam loves you."

Eric looked away. "And I don't mean just that maker child thing, I mean the I love you thing, and you have effectively told her she don't count because of fucking Sookie."
"Don't talk about Sookie like that," he said tersely.
"I will talk about her as I like," I said. "What you gonna do about it? Make a juice box out my heart. So nice of you to do in front of Sookie...talk about loveable."

Eric looked at me, his hard evil look. I stared back though I wanted to cringe a little. Then he softened. "You are right Aslinn," he said.
"Pam loves you more anything on earth. The whole world could disappear and so long as she had you, she would be happy. Whatever it takes, make it up to her."
"And Sookie?" he said.
"Sookie is yours and Bill's misfortune," I said. "I am not afraid to tell you, but I hate Sookie sometimes. She will never love all of you and she will never understand you."
"Do you understand me Aslinn?" he asked. Had he smiled that smart ass smile I would have shown him my fave finger.
"Probably better than I like to admit," I said.