Warning: I don't yet have a beta, so all errors are my own.

AH/AU

Rated M for Lemons, Language and HOT Viking personal trainers

Disclaimer: I only own Eric in my dreams. In the real world he belongs to Charlaine Harris. No copyright infringement intended

I park my shiny red corvette in the far reaches of the parking lot like I usually do. As an employee, I am granted the "perk" of an employee-only spot near the entrance. I shake my head thinking again of the stupidity some people are capable of. If I am going to dedicate time and money to working out, why would I desire a parking spot that limits walking distance?

I enter the gym, stow my duffel in the locker room and make my way to the main floor to stretch. I choose a spot out of main view, behind a wall of weights. Even in a gym full of people who work hard on their bodies, mine still stands out. This isn't cockiness on my part, or rather, not unwarranted cockiness.

With my six foot five frame, shoulder length blond hair and well toned muscles, I am...difficult to overlook. I make sure to stretch each region of my body thoroughly since I have two sessions in a row today in addition to my own workout. I usually only take on one client in an afternoon, but I had a last minute scheduling, making my day busier than usual. If I'm not careful, I might overdo it and it would be a fucking embarrassment to pull a muscle while trying to help someone else exercise. Most men don't put enough emphasis on stretching, but lengthening the muscles is a great way to strengthen as well as prevent unnecessary injuries. Not to mention, the more flexible the body is, the more interesting positions it can get into.

I start with head and shoulder rolls and work my way down each section of my body until everything is loose and limber. I end my stretching with a complete forward fold of my body, nose to knees. I am completely relaxed and ready to start my workout when I hear giggling from behind me. Two women, wearing only sports bras and tight running shorts are staring shamelessly at my ass. Figuring my hiding spot is not as good as I'd hoped, but deciding to roll with it, I wink at them, causing another round of giggles. The giggling doesn't sound nervous or innocent. It is intentional, meant to allure. They sound like idiots. Hot idiots. Looking closer at them, I decide they must be twins, only one has dyed her naturally blond hair brown; or vice versa. I haven't had twins in a while, and though they look as boring and fucking typical as every other girl I've bedded lately, two is always better than one, right? I start to wonder if two mediocre fucks are as good as one great lay... "See something you like?" I waggle my eyebrows at the blond.

Her answer is more giggles. So much for witty banter.

I mentally roll my eyes and turn to the brown haired version of the Mensa candidate, hoping for a better reply. More giggles. Any fantasies I was having of fucking the twins with their large breasts and pert asses are dissipating with my annoyance. I know I could have them if I want, but for some reason, I don't.

I walk toward the treadmill without another word and hear more giggles as they watch my ass when I walk away.

I feel like the world's biggest pussy. I know the twins are a sure thing. If their giggles weren't a dead give away, their blatant stares and parted lips were. But for some reason, they hold no appeal. I took a woman home with me last night from the bar I own. I literally fucked her unconscious and still wasn't satisfied. I find myself wanting something different. But what?

Who am I kidding? I don't need Mensa back there to answer this one.

Sookie.

I step onto the treadmill and set it for 6.5mph. I always like to warm up with a light jog. Once I have a thin sheen of sweat going, I kick it up to 8mph so I can at least get in a good four miles before I start with weights. As I set into the steady pace, I let my mind wander again. I think back to the night that started all of my worries, and the girl that makes every other pale in comparison.

***

I own a vampire themed bar here in Shreveport. Since the public's growing obsession with the mythical creatures hit an all time high a few years ago, my sister Pam and I decided to convert the sports bar we'd been running for several years into Louisana's first vampire-themed attraction.

The change had originally been Pam's idea and I had balked. I wasn't a teenage girl, and for that matter, the teeny boppers wouldn't be gracing our establishment anyway. Pam insisted that the vampire craze went far beyond the acne ridden campuses of high schools across the nation. She showed me some clips from a show called New Blood on HBO. The show was fucking sexy, I'd give her that, but when I was still unconvinced, she showed me how many books geared for adults were about vampires. She even showed me a website where people were so obsessed they came up with their own original stories based on their favorite vampire books. These fans were certainly dedicated and I took no more convincing. This was clearly an untapped demographic with great potential for profit. We broke ground the next day and several months later, we held the grand opening party for Fangtasia with a full house. It's been packed ever since.

Pam and I play our parts well, each of us dressing in the appropriate "vampire gear". I tend to go with black leather pants and black silk shirts, opting to leave my blond hair hanging down around my face to frame a mouth filled with fangs I painstakingly epoxy to my teeth each night. Girls cream their panties over it.

Which brings me back to the matter at hand.

There is an entire subculture of women and men who dub themselves "fangbangers". They obsess over vampire mythology and dream of the night they will actually get bitten. Since I play my part at the club so well, I have women begging me to bite them and fuck them and rub myself all over them. For the first couple of years, I never hesitated. I fucked a new woman every night and sometimes even indulged their vampire fantasies by biting them...with my fangs on or off. Every night was much the same. Women dressed in black corsets and black skirts short enough to leave nothing to the imagination. They wear pale makeup and black lipstick. They gather around my booth, begging me to take them, bending their necks toward me with their painted-on bites on full display. As if I could actually drink from them! Vermin. But still, I have needs too, and with so many willing donors, who am I to deny them sex when they're so willing...desperate even? It sates me, for a while.

At least it did.

About a month ago, a woman walked into my bar looking entirely...other. She came in with a couple of friends. They were dressed to the nines, in what they imagined to be vampire-bait wear. More of the same black leather and latex. Only she was different. She stood out immediately and I instantly wanted her.

She wore her blond hair flowing down her back in soft, natural waves. It was held back by a red headband that matched the flowers on her white dress. The strapless dress wasn't particularly low cut, but the bodice, that hugged her perfect curves pushed her breasts up in the most mouth watering way. I felt my dick twitch and I adjusted myself to make my situation more comfortable. The bottom of the little white dress, which stopped just a few inches above her knees, was trimmed with lace. The white of the dress set off the tan on her long legs. I unconsciously licked my lips as I was struck with the image of dragging her into my office and bending her over my desk so I could slam into her from behind.

She sat at a booth with her friends, who were obviously drunk already and crossed her legs demurely. A waitress, Ginger, approached their table to take orders. As she made her way to the bar, I called her over to me.

"Yes, Master?" Ginger took the vampire shit way too far.

"That girl, in the white? What did she order?"

"Gin and Tonic."

"Her drinks are on the house all night. Make sure they're top shelf. And if she asks who they're from, send her to me."

"Yes, Master." Ginger nodded dutifully and even did a little bow that made me want to vomit.

I turned my attention back to the girl and saw that she was now laughing along with her friends. Her smile seemed to light up the whole room. I could hear it all the way accross the room and it sounded amazing.

I watched as Ginger approached with the drinks, and as she set the drink down, she spoke a few words to her. I suddenly got very nervous. I wanted her to look at me, but now that she was going to, I didn't know if I should meet her eyes, or act aloof. Shit. I had never been insecure. Women want me, I know this. I forced myself to watch as the woman spoke back. Ginger pointed to me and the woman's gaze followed the direction of Ginger's finger. Her clear blue eyes met mine and got wide for a second, and I could have sworn I saw attraction. But as fast as it happened it was over. She turned back to Ginger, spoke to her and Ginger picked the drink back up and turned to leave. What the fuck just happened?

I called Ginger back to my booth after noticing that the woman seamlessly slipped back into conversation with her friends, paying me no more notice.

"Yes master?" Ginger had the same blank look on her face that she always did. As if I hadn't just gotten shot down.

"What the fuck happened Ginger?" I couldn't keep the anger out of my voice.

"She said she didn't want it, and asked for a water. Do you want me to tell her the water's on the house too?" I looked for any sign that Ginger was joking. None.

"You can go." She did the nod, bow thing again and I looked up to see that the woman was watching Ginger's subservient behavior. She looked like she was about to laugh. I had asked Ginger a million times to stop the bowing. It was embarrassing and made me look like a complete tool. And now, the one person I didn't want to witness it had. I was shaken. No one had gotten under my skin like this in a long time, and I hadn't even talked to her yet.

I unfolded myself from my chair and made my way over to the woman's table. Since she was sitting in the end of a circular booth, her friends who were facing my direction noticed me before she did. The booth grew silent except for the woman in the white dress who seemed to be in the middle of telling a story. She finished what I assumed was a very funny story and looked to her friends in confusion.

"Well I guess it wasn't that funny..." She trailed off.

One of her friends, an unattractive woman with stringy red hair pointed at me. The woman turned her head and looked up at me with those blue eyes. I was glad she looked up right away because I could see right down her dress and my dick had visibly hardened in my pants.

"Good evening ladies," I started speaking to the whole table. "Is this your first time at Fangtasia?"

The women all nodded in unison, seemingly speechless. I seemed to have this effect on women. I looked down at the woman I had been wanting to speak with since she walked in. "I'm Eric, I own this establishment. And you are?"

She held out her hand to shake mine. "Sookie. Pleasure to meet you." She was smiling sweetly at me without showing any sign of being pleased or impressed. She stuck to her southern manners anyway.

"Aren't you sweet?" I took her palm in mine and lowered my lips to kiss the back of her hand. I felt a jolt of electricity as my lips met her skin. She smelled delicious and I became impossibly harder. I thought for a minute that she had felt the same jolt I had because her breath hitched in her throat. She gathered herself quickly, however, and withdrew her hand quicker than was polite.

"Not especially." She countered.

I let out a laugh that seemed to startle her friends. They stopped simply staring and laughed weakly. Her response had been so unexpected and hinted at a fire and passion I had not expected from the woman in the virginal white dress .

I directed my attention back to the woman I now knew as Sookie. "Was the drink not to your liking?" I tried to look hurt, but was more curious as to why she would have turned down a drink that she ordered herself.

"I don't know you. I don't expect someone I don't know to buy me things." She looked proud as she said this.

"It was just a drink, Sookie."

"It's never just a drink, Eric." My name had never sounded better than it did coming from her lips. I wanted her screaming it out loud as I pounded into her relentlessly. I wanted to hear her chanting my name like a prayer. I was a little disconcerted by her attitude, however. What had happened to this girl to make her so suspicious of men?

I turned my attention back to her friends, seeing virtually no progress with Sookie. I assured her friends that any expenses would be on the house. I figured this way, Sookie didn't feel singled out. I was usually aggressive when it came to the pursuit of women. But I could tell with this Sookie, one misstep would be fatal in my plan to have her.

I went back to my booth and a couple hours went by without much incident. I kept watch over Sookie's table and caught her more than once going up to the bar to purchase her own drink. This woman was one of the most stubborn I had ever seen, and yet my dick continued to throb for her all night.

I was about to go to my private bathroom and relieve some tension when Sookie and her friends headed toward the dance floor. I glued myself back to my seat and watched as Sookie started to sway her hips. She may have inhibitions when it came to social situations, but Sookie was one fucktastic dancer. She grinded to the music, her breasts bouncing to the beat. I almost came in my pants when she dropped her hips to the floor before shimmying back up to the beat of the music. I made my way to my feet without thinking, magnetically drawn to the glowing blond on the dance floor.

I came up behind her, expecting her to stiffen when she felt my hands on her hips. She surprised me by continue to move her body with the music. She backed up to mold her body to mine. I held her hips and we swayed together. Her ass was rubbing my erection and I let out a low groan. I trailed my hands up her arms and brushed her hair to one side of her shoulder. I kissed my way over her shoulder and up her neck to her ear. Brushing my lips against her soft lobe, I grated out, "You're a fantastic dancer Sookie." She moaned her response as she shivered from my touch. I was guessing it was the alcohol that had loosened her up but I found myself wishing she was having second thoughts about me. When the song changed, I turned her around and she straddled one of my legs with her own. She grinded on me, bringing my arousal to a fever pitch. I was running my hands up and down her body while she trailed hers around to squeeze my ass. I was pleasantly surprised to see this wild side in Sookie. Perhaps she would yield to me after all. As the next song came to an end, we were both panting out our breaths as we explored each other's bodies.

I looked down to see Sookie's face flushed and her blue eyes blazing into mine. I was about to kiss her when she grabbed my face in her hands and brought my mouth down onto hers. The kiss started slow, she laid several kisses on my lips and nibbled on my lower lip, bringing forth another groan from my throat. She licked my lower lip and I grabbed her hips harder, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She met me stroke for stroke. Her mouth tasted so sweet. I continued to massage her hips, trailing lower to her ass. I squeezed and grinded my hips into hers. I felt like a teenage boy, making out and about to come in his pants. I had never had this strong of a reaction to a woman...ever. It was like an obsession and I knew I would never get enough of her. I broke away from the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers trying to calm her even as her hips continued to roll and undulate against mine. I finally had to hold her at arms length. If I didn't get a couple of moments alone soon, I was going to have a very embarrassing situation on my hands.

"My office is at the end of the hall past the bar. Meet me there in five minutes?"

She nodded her head and I had never seen anything more beautiful. Her hair was mussed from my hands running through it earlier and her lips were red and puffy from my kisses. Her breasts were heaving as she fought to control her breathing. I had to fuck this woman or I knew I would live to regret it. I dragged myself toward my office before I got carried away again. Pam stopped me just past the bar.

"That was quite a little show, Eric."

"Fuck yourself, Pam."

"She really is delectable. Do you care to share?"

At Pam's question, I was filled with a jealousy I had never felt before. It was strong and all consuming. "She is mine. When she comes back here, do not give her any shit and make for fucking certain we are not disturbed." I didn't know where those feelings had come from and suspected it was my dick laying claim.

I closed the door to my office and went to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and took some deep breaths. I couldn't believe I almost lost control like that. I am an excellent lover and never leave a woman unsatisfied. I certainly don't fucking jizz in my pants. I went back to my office and sat on my couch waiting for Sookie to join me.

Five minutes. Sookie hadn't shown up yet. My instinct was telling me to tear the door off its hinges and rush into the bar to find her. But I didn't want to seem as eager as I was. If I wanted a fucking ounce of dignity when this was all over, I would play it cool.

Six minutes. I dug my fingers into the leather of the couch.

Seven minutes. My leg began to twitch.

Eight minutes. I stood up.

Nine minutes. I started to pace.

Ten minutes. I punched the fucking clock, cutting my hand on the glass face before throwing the door open.

I went back out to the bar and she was gone.

*****

I spent the next week getting teased relentlessly by Pam who called my every name under the sun. I was stood up. I was fucking stood up and pussy whipped. There wasn't a single Sookie in the whole phone book. Trust me, I looked. I called every contact I knew, and no one knew Sookie. I continued to bed women, each less satisfying than the last. The only time I really had a good climax was when I pictured it was Sookie's mouth on my dick or Sookie's pussy I was buried in. I have no idea why this woman has such a hold on me, but I am starting to get pissed at her simply because I am suffering from blue balls, despite getting laid every day.

I growl in frustration just thinking about it, and when the man on the treadmill next to me looks disconcerted, I just growl again and up my speed to 10 mph. I sprint the last mile thinking that if I can tire myself out thouroughly, I can't possibly have enough energy to get worked up over some woman. I move onto weights, doing an hour long circuit before my first client is set to arrive.

I don't need the money I make personal training. Our parents left Pam and I a large inheritance, which we used part of to start our bar. The bar has brought in even more income, and with some wise investments, neither Pam nor myself need to work a day the rest of our lives. However, with managers seeing to different areas of business at the bar, there is little for me to do there but sit and be seen. I found myself getting restless before I applied for the job at the gym. I take 3 to 4 clients a week and keep myself in shape at the same time.

My first client of the day is a regular. We go through the paces and I am pleased to see the progress he is making. His name is John Quinn and when he first started training with me, he was a 19 year old virgin with a receding hairline and a wimpy boy body. He told me early on that he wasn't self motivated. He has a crush on a girl at work but she doesn't notice him. He saved up every last dime he had to hire me. He brought in a picture of a professional cage fighter and told me that was how he wanted to look. In the beginning I had laughed. But he has really put on some muscle and I don't see why he won't achieve his goal given enough time.

"Good job, Quinn, You're really showing some good definition." I give him a friendly pat on the back.

"Thanks Eric"

"Have you gotten laid yet?" I waggle my eyebrows at him.

"No, she notices me more now, but I still haven't gotten up the courage to talk to her yet."

"Maybe you should practice on another girl, one you're not so intimidated by?" I suggest.

He looks determined. "I don't think so. Haven't you ever seen a woman, and you just know it would be better with her than anyone else?"

I snort because it sounds so dickless and sappy...very Quinn of him, but then I think of Sookie. "Maybe." I say. "Good luck, see you next week."

I walk back into the trainer's office to gather new client files. I don't know who has been scheduled so last minute. The secretary just penciled in the time on my calander. I sift through the papers on my way back to the training pit and nearly drop them all when I spot the most perfect ass on display before me. There was a petite blond bent over, stretching nose to knees, exactly like I had been earlier. The urge to grab her ass and rub my dick on it is almost overwhelming. I am glad to know I'm not completely pussy whipped. At least I can still get a fucking hard on for someone who isn't Sookie. The woman spreads her legs to sink down into a split and my dick twitches again. Fuck me. I gather myself and step forward.

"Excuse me, are you my three-thirty?" I ask. But surely she isn't. This body is not in need of any personal training. Not that I won't be glad to offer my services. I would love to get my hands on that body, that ass. I come around to face her, and find myself looking into the clear blue eyes of Sookie.

So how would you like Mr. Northman to give you a workout? :) I know I would!

The next chapter will be from Sookie's POV so we'll find out why she ran.

Please review, it's the only way I know if I'm doing something you like or not. I'll try to respond to everyone's reviews and suggestions are definitely taken into consideration when it comes to a story.

~Sarah~