Viking Vampire God- Part I
The shock of Godric's burning body and light of the dawn created such a surrealistic scene that was too emotional for words. I had only known vampires for a few months and already I had seen more than I had seen in an entire life time. The thought of that tender vampire no longer walking the earth was too much for me to comprehend. I carefully picked up Godric's white shirt that had once lain on the cold cement. The shirt was a silent reminder of the vampire that had once lived. I reached for the shirt and could still feel the coolness of Godric's presence still on the fibers. I clutched it to my chest and I started to cry ever so quietly. In my mind, I heard Godric's words ringing in my ears about me being the last human he would ever see. The thought of God welcoming Godric to heaven was hard for me to comprehend. Would God forgive a two thousand year old vampire? Tears were streaming down my face at such a pace I could hardly catch my breath. The events of the morning were just too much.
Suddenly, I whispered Eric. Eric must know it is over. Godric is his maker and he must feel the lost. I must go and give Eric the last remnant of Godric's life. A simple white linen shirt with No tags, no markings but it still had a feeling of the life force that once inhabited it. I slowly made my way down the dark stairs from the roof of the Hotel Camilla. It was a long dark stairway. I somehow felt uneasy about the hotel. Were Reverend Steve Newlin and his FOTS followers lurking in some dark corner of the hotel? I paused momentarily on the stairs and concentrated very hard on my surroundings. I didn't hear anything but my heart beat and heart ache that I felt for Godric. Such a gentle soul, he could never harm anyone. Two thousand years had passed during his lifetime, I reminded myself. I am sure he had killed more than his share of humans. Had Eric and he been lovers? I wondered when they had parted ways and on what terms had they left each other? I had so many questions to ask Eric. Eric had to be hurting knowing his maker was no longer alive. I had to at least help him understand why Godric wanted to leave.
I continued down the hallway towards Eric's hotel room. The door was ever so slightly left ajar. As I opened the door, the faint trace of candlelight and blood wafted into the hallway. I was frightened and excited at the same time. Was I really going to see Eric? He had been so emotional about Godric's plans of meeting the sun. Was Eric feeding? Was he sleeping? I wasn't sure what I was going to find but something inside of me said I must help somehow. I pushed the door open further and saw Eric sitting on the side of the bed. His back was facing me. Those wide shoulders that I had come accustomed to watching underneath his clothing were shining in the candlelight. He was not making any movement. I wasn't sure what he was feeling or thinking about. At that moment, I kind of wished I could read vampire minds.
As I approached quietly, I saw that Eric was crying silently. Trying to reassure him that Godric was in a better place. That his life would continue on and that somehow, someday he and Godric would be reunited again. I placed my hand on his shoulder. Eric looked up and made no sound. I looked intently into his eyes to see if I could read his thoughts. In my other hand, I held out Godric's shirt. Eric's eyes were frozen on the garment that once clothed his maker. He started to cry once again, blood rolling down his cheeks.
" Eric, I said, Godric is gone."
" I know, said Eric. He has gone to meet the sun."
"Yes."
I touched his cheek and wiped away the blood that were falling slowly down his face. I placed my fingers to my lips and tasted Eric's tears. It was salty, sweet and warm like syrup.
Eric looked at me and said," do they taste good?"
" Yes, they taste like warm salty syrup."
I bent down to lick the tears and Eric caught my mouth with his lips. His long, warm soft tongue touched the inside of mine. His kisses were like none I had ever felt before. He had a way of kissing that would melt any woman's heart. Why was I thinking about Bill? Bill had no feelings for Godric. He didn't even want me to go help Godric on his voyage beyond this life. Eric continued to press his lips against mine. Inside my mind, I was exploding and wandering around the room. I was having memory flashes of Eric and I in bed talking, flashes of Godric meeting the sun, flashes of the bomb going off at the lair. I pressed those images deep into my mind. Stay in the moment, I told myself. This is Eric. What am I doing? Why am I here?
Eric had a way of kissing that made me think of all sorts of things. His kisses were hard and deep. The kind of kiss that should last three days and you still don't get enough. Somehow during our kiss, Godric's shirt slid onto the floor. It lay there cold and alone.
I looked at Eric and said," this is all I have. I am so sorry."
" I know, said Eric. I felt him leave this world. He was happy Sookie. He wanted to meet the sun. I didn't want him to leave but that was selfish on my part. Maybe two thousand years, is long enough for any vampire. Perhaps 1000 yrs. is enough for any vampire."
I stared Eric trying to read what he was trying to say. This was not the Eric I had grown to dislike. This was not the Eric who tricked me with his tiny falsehood. This was not the Eric that I had known up until now. This was a different Eric. This was an Eric who had feelings. This was a different Eric who showed concern for someone else other than himself. Perhaps the Viking had some humanity after all. Perhaps being around Godric had shown him a different way to live. Perhaps humans could be an equal to a vampire after all.
I looked into Eric's eyes. They were still blood stained. I took the sleeve of my sweater and tried to wipe them away. I wasn't helping the situation. Eric was despondent and did not say anything. He continued to stare at the floor.
"I'll go get a washcloth from the bathroom". I motioned to Eric towards the bathroom and left him on the bed. My mind was racing.
I went into the large pink marble bathroom. The room was definitely Eric. There was a large Jacuzzi tub with the brightest silver fixtures I had ever seen. The wash cloths were lying in a pile near the sink. I carefully wet the cloth with some warm water. I looked into the mirror and caught my reflection. Was I really going to do this? Why was I here? I paused a moment longer and looked. Eric was standing behind me. I turned around and started to wash off Eric's chest. It had dried on and it wasn't easy to remove the blood. The stains were coming off but not easily. I pressed the cloth against his chest, harder. Eric voiced a long soft groan. His hands had found my hips and he pulled me closer to him. I looked into his eyes.
" Eric."
" Why do you like me?"
" I don't know Sookie. I have liked you since I met you at Fangtasia the first time. There is something about you, lover. You are different than the other humans I have met."
Eric was standing closer to me and now moving his hands up and down my arms. I could feel the muscles in his back as they flexed and loosened. I raised my head up to speak but Eric's lips were on me once again. His mouth, lips and hands were working in perfect harmony. He had stopped momentarily and said." look at me lover."
" Don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me. You have beautiful eyes and I want to see them."
As I looked closer at Eric I could see that he had other ideas on his mind now. His fangs were slightly extended but not entirely out. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. His warm lips were exploring other parts of my body. I could feel his tongue on my neck, my ear, my neck, my shoulder. I could feel his fangs as they brushed against my neck. I shuddered at the sensation of his cold hands against my back as he pushed my sweater down around my waist. My chest was moving up and down. I was breathing so fast that my breasts were dancing.
"Are you OK lover?"
" Oh I am fine."
I was thinking I was more than fine. My whole being was buzzing with so many sensations that I was on sensory overload. He kissed my breasts so softly. I would have never imagined that someone so old could be so gentle. I didn't know how much longer I could take his teasing. His hands were working faster. He seemed to have more than two. Somehow the Viking had lowered us to the bathroom counter. I looked over my shoulder to catch our bodies reflecting in the mirror. Eric looked like giant placing a small package on the counter. His fingers slid up my inner thigh and under the beige lace panties I had put on that day. As he slowly massaged my inner regions, I could feel his pace quickening. For myself, I placed my hand on his gracious plenty which was larger than I could have ever imagined. His force was throbbing at a pace that matched my own. Eric was magnificent. His eyes, hands and gracious plenty were enough to make any woman swoon with pleasure.
"Eric."
" Can we move to the bedroom?"
" Why? Well, I have never had sex on a sink before and well this isn't exactly comfortable."
Before I knew what was happening, Eric had picked me up with one swoop and we were lying in the middle of the largest bed I had ever seen.
"Are you more comfortable, lover?"
The way Eric said lover touched me to lowest regions of my body. Just the sound of his voice was enough for me to lose all control. Eric had picked up where he had left off in the bathroom. His fingers, mouth and penis were in perfect motion with my body. As I rocked my hips forward, I felt him rubbing his manhood against my spot that was jumping with passion. I was wet, hot and so ready to have Eric inside of me.
As Eric was about to enter me, I whispered into his ear..." harder." He looked at me with a smile of complete surprise. I knew that if I was going to experience Eric, I wanted to experience all of Eric. With a large, hard thrust Eric was inside of me at last. His gracious plenty was more than I had imagined. He moved rhythmically over and over. My own body responded with its own motion. I wasn't even aware of the sounds I was making. The room seemed to spinning out of control around me. The pleasure I felt was so wonderful that I thought I had died. Eric looked down at me as he clutched the headboard. His mouth met mine and kissed me again. Long, warm and wet were what he was best at.
"Eric, I said. I am so ready are you?"
At that moment, he lifted my leg and gave one final push again me. I felt the warm stream creeping down my thigh and the back of rear. Yes, Eric was there alright and so was I. This was not an experience I would soon forget. My Viking was a lover and then some. He had fulfilled all my dreams of what I thought he would be. He lay against me exhausted and satisfied. After a moment, he rolled over on his back. I placed my hand on his chest. He took my hand inside his. My entire body felt so relaxed and wonderful. My voice was weak and a little shaky. As he stared at my eyes, I looked at him and said absolutely nothing. I was content to just stare and admire my Viking Vampire God.