Please...

It was dawn, and Eric wanted nothing to do with sleep. There was no reason stopping him either. Asides from hunger, but he just wasn't in the mood, nor did he have the energy. So, he laid on his back with his eyes peering up at the blackened ceiling and let countless thoughts sift in and out of his head for what seemed like hours.

Every now and then, he would look towards the sleeping form of his maker, just to make sure he was still there. He wouldn't admit it, but lately he'd been having terrible visions. Having Godric there made him feel less bothered by them, especially since they had been about him.

The viking closed his eyes, prepared to embrace the sleep he so desperately needed. Instead, the visions began playing like a silent movie. 

Shock, denial, panic, desperation and finally loss. They were all the emotions he would have felt had he been human.  

His blue eyes shot open and Eric sat upright abruptly. The feel of something wet slid from his ear, down towards his neck and he quickly wiped it away with his fingers.

Thankfully, the sun would set soon.