-Sookie's Point of View-
I crept down the stairs in my creaky old home. I was positively restless. I'd been this way ever since I had completely cut Bill out of my life. I was so used to being comforted by him at night as he laid beside me and moved his fingers through my hair. I missed the security I had when I was wrapped in his strong arms. I could always rest soundly when he was around. What I didn't miss was his secrecy, his sly way of getting out of conversation's he didn't feel comfortable with. I didn't miss knowing that I was nothing but an object of interest to him. Nothing but another job assigned to him by the Queen of Louisiana. I'd given Bill everything I had. Bill was my first everything. My first love, my first boyfriend, my first lover. After over twenty years of non sexual activity, I'd finally given him the most important thing a girl had. Knowing I gave it to someone who was simply around me for business made me feel cheap and ashamed. Of course though, it felt great to feel normal again. Well, as normal as a telepathic, partial fairy waitress could feel. I hadn't talked to any vampire's since and I was grateful to no longer be caught up in their political affairs. That was the most taxing part about being with Bill.
As I made my way to my couch to get in some reading, I felt a tug in my chest. I felt my blood warm and my skin heat. Before I could rise to my feet, I heard a knock at my door. It was Eric. I could feel him coursing through my veins. Those were the side effects of being blood bonded to a vampire.
I sighed. I knew I couldn't have expected peace for too long.
I made my way to the door, opening it carefully and slowly. I couldn't say I was completely disappointed with what I saw. Eric was dressed in a black v neck t-shirt which clung to every hard muscle on his chest and stomach and a pair of dark, look at my junk jeans. Eric was positively radiant. Not to mention he could pull of a mean pair of jeans that hugged him in all of the right places. I felt my thighs become weak, Eric must have felt it because he shot a toothy grin at me.
"Well, well, well. Good evening, Miss Stackhouse. I trust you are well?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked me over.
Suddenly I felt self conscious in my white, spaghetti strapped night gown.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned as I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly aware that my nipples gave off a hint of my sudden alertness. Eric never visited without an agenda.
Of course, he ignored the question.
"May I come in?" He gestured to the dimly light living room.
I stood out of his way and he looked at me blankly. It was then that I remembered I rescended his invitation.
"Oh, uhm, please come in, Eric Northman." I said dully as he stepped passed me and looked around the room.
"You want any TruBlood?" I asked him. I knew I must have had a case somewhere, though I didn't expect any of the undead around these days.
"Surely." He smiled as he gave himself permission to sit on my couch.
I walked into my kitchen and looked into my pantry. I spotted one lone bottle of True Blood hiding behind two cans of pork and beans. How utterly convenient.
I moved the cans and plucked the bottle out of the circle of canned goods. I walked to the microwave, popped off the lid and slide it in. Once it was warmed, I walked over to a relaxed Eric.
"Here ya go." I sat the TruBlood on a coaster in front of him and made myself comfortable on a chair across from him.
"Thank you." He nodded his appreciation in my direction.
"So, what?" I asked as I stretched my legs out.
Eric looked at me and smiled before taking a sip of the warm synthetic blood.
"Have you had any, uh, exciting dream's lately?" He cooed as he titled his head to the side.
I could feel the color leave my face.
"D-dreams? What dreams?" I questioned, trying to hold my act together.
"Dream's of me. Dream's of you. Together. Intimately." He smirked at me
"How did you know?" I wondered genuinely.
"I've had them too. Every night for a year. Miss Stackhouse, I cannot get you out of my mind." He looked me in my eyes, his blue eyes piercing mine.
I felt my hands grow clammy and my mind began to race.
"Eric, I think it would be best if you left." I stammered, putting my strongest face forward.
Eric rose from the couch and made his way over to me. He put his hands on either side of my shoulders and stared down at me.
"I don't think that's really what you want." He looked down at me with a smirk and his tongue flickered lightly over his lips.
I felt myself becoming weak, melting beneath him. I wanted him. Badly. No, I would not give in.
"Y-yes it is." I choked out, my eyes trying their best to scrounge up a glare. I was grasping at straws right about now.
"I want you, and I will have you. You will be mine and I will protect you." He stated with a trace of lust in his voice.
I scoffed at his self assurance. No one told me what to do.
"Excuse me, Eric Northman. I am mine, no one else's. I don't need to be anyone's and I am perfectly capable of protecting myself." I crossed my arms over my chest and finally got a hold of a rather well done glare as well as a strong voice. Pat on the back, Sookie.
Eric just chuckled and leaned his head down, kissing my lips softly.
"I'll let you think on this demand, Sookie. I'll be back." He assured me before stalking out of my house.
Once he was gone I blew out a huge gush of air. Phew, that was close. Any longer and I was sure I'd have been on my knee's for Eric. He was incredibly hard to resist. Though, not impossible.
-Eric's Point of View-
As I made my way back to my car, I felt my smile fade. A look of disappointment dominantly took its place. I actually had real, deep feeling's for Sookie. I tried my hardest to stay away from her, but something drew me to her. I knew it was more than the blood bond. I knew it was more than her fairy heritage. It was her smile, her laugh, her sense of humor, her stubborness, her attitude, her courage, the way she held on to the thing's she loved with all of her might. The way she fought relentlessly, valiantly, against any opponent she was up against. She reminded me a little of myself in that aspect. Not to mention her body was a pure work of art. I could stare at it for hour's and oh, how I craved to touch it. To feel her warm skin pressed against mine, heating me up in more than one way. I did not want my weakness for her exposed. I would remain calm, patient.
Whether she believed it or not, whether she liked it or not, Sookie would be mine. I'd make damn sure of it. I knew she wanted me, I could feel her want pulsing in our bond. I could smell her arousal in the air all around us. I'd play this to my advantage. Once I had her pinned, she'd be begging me not to let her go.
My car shot out of her driveway like a bullet ready to pierce the flesh. My eye's watered a bit as I thought of her. How could I get so emotional over her? I hadn't felt this way, well, ever. When I was a boy, girl's were my specialty, no doubt about it. I could make their body's feel thing's that no other man could. I could make them whimper like they'd never done so before. I could make them beg me for more. I could play their bodies like a fine instrument. I wanted more than this with Sookie. I wanted a life with her. I wanted to make her feel amazing, happy, for the rest of her life. I wanted to, dare I say it, make her my bride. Though she'd be the only one doing the dying in our marriage. Or maybe I could...no. Sookie wouldn't go for that. She loved the sun way too much. I could tell she was always basking in it from the smell of her skin. I wouldn't take that away from her. I wanted her happy, with me, after all. If she asked me, though, I'd do it. I could only imagine spending forever with her. If not a forever for me, at least a forever for her. Until I had to let her go. Sookie and I though were just beginning. I was sure of it.
Snart m ste jag er alla till mig sj lv, Sookie. Snart.