The Southern Vampires Mysteries and all recognisable characters belong to the lovely Charlaine Harris, i'm just having a little fun with some characters. This is only chapter one. Review and I can improve.



"Hello, lover." His deep voice carried through the old home as he walked in silently through the front door. Even in slumber his voice called out to me and I rolled over, facing in the direction I'd heard his voice. Soft padding footsteps made their way to my bedroom door before I heard the tell tale creak of the door opening. His musky scent washed over me; his own deep manliness mixed with soap. It was only dampened by the cloying smell of the bar that clung to his clothes. Without seeing him I knew what he was wearing; a black exercise vest teemed with a soft leather jacket and dark wash jeans that were loose but fitted snugly over his glorious behind.

The bed next to me jostled as he laid his considerable height down next to me. He folded his body around me, legs bending behind mine as his chest pressed up against my back. His arm snuck around my waist, pulling me further back into him. I felt my body relax even further and a sigh escaped my lips. His own lips pressed against my neck and laid a kiss there before trailing a few kisses down my bare shoulders. He wasn't romantic or sweet but he knew how to treat women when it needed. His highly protective nature turned out to be a blessing; it made him perform soft acts of love that were sweet. I almost rolled over to meet his lips with my own but his arm kept me firmly locked in place.

"Shh, sleep lover." I did, deep slumber sucked me under once again but I was still aware of his presence and I slept even better for it. I never felt as safe as when I was in his arms. There was no denying he was a huge man and truly scary, he wasn't afraid of violence and he always made sure he maintained his authority. He had never acted like that to me though; he had never been violent. When we first met he had scared me, he'd rattled my bones but when we learned to trust each other things had turned better. Now I knew I was the one he'd protect with his life.

He spent the rest of the night, his only free time, laid down next to me with soft kisses being planted intermittently. That was how I awoke finally in the morning; kisses being planted along my exposed shoulder.

"Good morning lover." He whispered into my ear.

"Good morning, Eric." I whispered back. I finally rolled over to face him and buried my face into his hard chest, breathing in his scent deeply. My arm wrapped around his waist, my hand moved up, feeling the strong muscles underneath the cotton.

I opened my eyes and found myself looking into deep blue pools mere inches away. Light crinkles lined his eyes and I knew he was smiling at me; I couldn't keep my answering grin at bay. I trailed my eyes up, passing pale eyebrows until I found his hairline. My hand left his back to stroke down a few tendrils of light blond locks that trailed half way down his back. I loved his hair. I loved him. He loved me, as much as he possibly could.

"How are you?" He asked me, eyes never breaking contact.

"I'm good, I love waking up like this."

"Good, I like making you happy, this makes you happy." He didn't phrase it as a question; he knew my mood since we were bonded, at least it was very easy to see the pure happiness I'm sure I exulted.

"How are you?" I placed a small kiss on his chin. I'd once placed one on the tip of his nose and he hadn't liked it. He thought it made him appear tamed and that was a strange feeling for someone as old as he.

"I'm perfect. I've got my woman in my arms and I finally get to see her in the light of day. No more smelling the sun on your skin, I can see it shine off of your hair." It was his turn to stroke my hair.

I had a sinking feeling, deep down in the pit of my stomach and I knew I was missing something. It could wait, everything could wait. I laid my head down on the plump pillows and my mouth was pressed up against his neck. A gentle lick with just the tip of my tongue was all it took to elicit a deep, rumbling moan from deep in his chest. Emboldened, my lips pulled back to expose my teeth and I brushed them against his skin. More groaning. Opening my mouth against his skin, I grazed my teeth along the strong muscle. Once I found his artery, that no longer pumped, I bit. His grip got tighter against my waist and his moan became a groan of pure pleasure.

That's when I realised what was wrong. He was here, with me, in the light of day. He couldn't be here; we could only see each other in darkness.

"Eric, the light!" I pulled back in fear, heart beating fast and breathing coming in strangled whimpers. I looked up at his face and noticed for the first time a shaft of light falling across his forehead in a long line down his check from the open curtains and window.

"It doesn't matter, I'm here with you." He lowered his head towards me and captured my lips in a kiss. His full lips moved against mine once I started responding and I felt the familiar pulled of my heart and the tightening of my stomach. His warm tongue traced along my lower lip. My lips parted, my tongue darting forward to dance with his. He knew how to kiss. Lost into the bliss that he created it took several moments for the smokey smell to permeate my mind.

I pulled back slightly, retreating my tongue with one last movement against his lower lip. We broke apart but I just couldn't do it; I moved forward again to plant a chaste, but loving, kiss on his lips. Horror filled my eyes; a deep ashen line was spreading over his pale skin from the patch of sunlight falling on his head. His eyes darkened in pain. Soft tendrils of smoke rose from his flaking flesh. I shrieked and pulled back, taking in the full terror. Tears splashed down my cheeks and sob wracked through my chest. I pushed myself against him and cried into his chest while he burnt.


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