Okay this is really experimental. I was just very inspired by some people's great fics about Sookie being turned (especially Waking Up Dead ! Read it, it's amazing :)!) So there, I wanted to give it a try. Love it or hate it, I don't know myself if I love it or hate it but there it is :P I hope you enjoy it somehow. I don't know if this is going to me just a one-shot or maybe I'll make a part two but then again it's an experiment!
Please review. Positive or negative reviews, I'll love them all.
The story is from both Sookie and Eric's POV. It alternates so I wrote their names before their parts so as to not confuse you :)
xoxoxo
At first it was dark.
Pitch black.
I could smell the rich moist odor of the earth, of the dirt surrounding me. My sense of smell was the first one to come back. I could smell everything; from the faint scent of shampoo my hair had kept to a trace of cologne that remained in the little hole where I laid. And a familiar smell. I couldn't identify it at first, but I knew it very well.
Than taste. Metallic, spicy. Sugary too, a bit like red fruits. Faintly though. It was so much more than that. A flavor so overwhelming I craved it again. Delicious. My throat felt parched and I was hungry and thirsty as I had ever been. Blood, that was the taste that remained on my lips. Not my blood though.
My eyes opened slowly. I would have thought my grave would be pitch black as it had been before, but no. I could see nuances in the colors surrounding me. Rich black for the moist soil, a little lighter for the dry bits of dirt that had been exposed to the surface before I'd been buried.
I had been buried.
I'd died.
Yet I was here, still. And I could feel everything around me, more vibrantly than I ever had. I gasped for air and realized I didn't need it anymore, but still wanted it, just to be able to savor and taste the air, its richness.
I couldn't very well stay here forever. Yet I felt safe, curled in a tiny ball in the warmth of the earth. I breathed in the air and searched that familiar smell from before. I wanted it, craved it. And it wasn't blood. It was different yet equally addictive, if not more. It was something else. Or someone else, should I say. And he wasn't with me anymore. He was up there, waiting for me to join him. I moaned loudly in anger as I couldn't tell anymore top from bottom but a strong hand reached mine and pulled me out. I stumbled to the ground, trying to gather my thoughts, my fingers still curled possessively around the ones that had helped me out. My eyes remained closed because even the faint light of the moon that I could feel on my skin as if it caressed me, felt too harsh to my extremely acute eyes. I rested on my back on the ground a body straddling mine. His body.
'Sookie.' A low voice said from over me.
I opened my eyes a slit and stared at him. My maker. Eric.
I looked at him and felt as if I was seeing him really for the first time. In my human life, sure I'd found him beautiful: I had eyes after all, but it was nothing in comparison to how beautiful he now was to my eyes. He was straddling my hips, looming over me, his face a few inches from mine. I could see every single one of his eyelashes very clearly as they shadowed his stormy blue eyes and I could also see every little stubble of his beard. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen, a maelstrom of green and blue speckled with gold and silver all at a time. Overwhelming. His jaw line was strong but his full lips compensated for the raw masculinity his jaw held. He looked every bit royal.
Overwhelming. The whole of him, of his beauty. His beauty was a weapon. A weapon he'd had a thousand years to perfect the art of.
I blinked at him, my lips parted, feeling the familiar burning of my thirst in my throat.
Eric looked at me with patience. He looked at my bloodied nails and realized it had come from digging myself out. Or trying to. The wounds would close in a few minutes, but he nonetheless brought my fingers to his mouth and kissed every little digit softly.
'Sorry, I didn't think you'd awake so fast. It usually takes longer…' He said as means of excuses. I looked at him, confused, as if we didn't speak the same language. He was murmuring yet I could tell every single intonation in his voice, as if it were amplified. I studied his face, and then our entwined fingers. And then I tried to speak.
'You smell good.' I murmured, but I knew he didn't need me to speak any louder. His hearing was as good as mine. Eric's brow furrowed.
My throat was parched so I concentrated before speaking again.
'Your smell. It's your smell.' I tried to explain. He cocked his head to the side and nodded.
'I missed it. Why was it down there?' I asked, my free fist digging into the disturbed pile of dirt from where he'd dug me out.
'Because I laid with you. It's how we do it.' Eric explained, his eyes never leaving mine.
'I felt safe there.' I added, my free hand tunneling through the dirt some more.
'Usually newborns only want out.' Eric said, surprised. Before my demise, I wouldn't have been able to tell his emotions; hell, he wasn't just statuesque in beauty. But now, now it was different.
'I would have stayed if not for your smell. I missed it. It was warm and comfy and safe. Does it feel like that every time you go to ground?' I asked, my voice quavering. I felt extremely aware of my surroundings, of the faintest movement of air on my skin.
'Yes.'
'I'm like you now.' I stated, feeling oddly at ease with that.
'How are you feeling?' He asked, as I plopped myself carefully on my elbows, bringing our faces closer. His strong arms rested, palm on the dirt on each side of mine. I could almost feel the air buzzing around us, and I felt this longing to be close to him, in his arms. I gazed up at him and frowned when I spotted dirt in his hair. I lifted my hand and started combing his golden strands with my fingers. He looked at me in wonder and started doing the same to my curls as I rested back on the ground. I could almost purr in delight. His touch felt incredible, like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was as though he knew exactly how or where to touch me, as if my body sang to his. And his smell was wonderful. Like nothing I'd ever smelled before.
It was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and concentrated on it, my mouth finding the crook of his neck on its own accord. Pure instinct.
'I'm so thirsty.' I finally answered him. Only a few seconds had passed since he'd asked me how I was doing, but it had felt like a decade. I concentrated the best I could on him and his presence, which was crushing yet feeding my senses. My hand tensed in his hair.
'You'll need to drink from me again.' Eric said, the mere sound of his voice causing me to feel a shudder of excitement. I suddenly felt warmth in my mouth and heard a slight popping sound. My fangs. Eric lifted my chin up and passed his thumb on them. That felt almost as good as his hands in my hair.
'There they are.' He commented, fascinated. I opened my eyes and gazed into Eric's as he pricked his thumb on one of my fangs, drawing blood. I breathed in the rich scent of his blood. It was spicy and thick and it smelled familiar. He tentatively rubbed his bloodied thumb on my bottom lip and I licked my lips, enjoying the flavor.
'You taste like cherry pie.' I murmured, dreamily. I could see his eyes shining, amused. I could feel his amusement. I smiled too, I couldn't help it.
'You are very controlled for a newborn. That's impressive.' He said, his own fangs popping out. I amazed at how beautiful they looked to me.
'You need to drink from me, Sookie.' Eric said, bringing me out of my trance. I looked up and stared at his thumb. The wound had closed.
He brought his wrist to his mouth and was about to bite down but I shook my head. He cocked a questioning eyebrow at me.
'Here.' I whispered, my finger tracing his jugular. Eric's blue gaze grew stormier and he cupped my face with his hand, which felt almost warm against my cool skin. Which of course didn't make sense since we were both undead.
'As you wish.' He murmured. He spun us around so that I was on top of him, my thighs pressed around his. I lowered my mouth to his neck once more, pressing my lips on his jugular. I could hear his pulse accelerating in excitement. Hell, I could feel it. Inside, down to my very core.
My fangs scraped his skin and I almost lost it. I wanted it so bad. But I calmed myself. I wouldn't lose control. I wouldn't be an animal. I would hold on to what was left of my humanity, if I still had any. I pressed my lips against his skin, tasting it with my tongue, slowly. He tasted as good as he smelled. I felt Eric's hands tense in my hair and I heard the low rumble in his chest. He sounded like a feline purring. I bit down, slowly, my fangs digging in his skin as his hot blood flooded my mouth. I moaned loudly from the back of my throat when his blood hit my taste buds.
I sucked as I'd done as a human with Bill. He growled and I was afraid I'd hurt him but he squeezed my hand and I felt how good he felt. He was enjoying this just as much as I was. I moaned softly. My hips grinded of their own accord on his and I could feel very clearly his enjoyment. I whined softly, sucking faster at his delicious blood. His left hand slid down to my hips and he pressed me harder on him.
'Slowly.' He instructed me, his right hand lazily caressing my hair. His voice calmed me and soothed me all at once. I sucked on his blood slowly, enjoying its flavor and how good it made me feel. I pulled back after a minute, feeling that I'd taken enough. Eric looked at me startled.
'You stopped.' He said, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb and bringing it to his mouth.
'I wasn't supposed to?' I asked, sitting back up, ready to dismount him. But he spun us around on the ground once more, pulling me under him.
'You did perfect.' Eric purred. 'I knew you would.'
'You taste very good.' I said, licking my lips. My tongue slid on my fangs and it hurt. I realized I had no idea how to retract them.
'Careful.' Eric said, cupping my chin. 'To retract them, think about them sliding back in. Concentrate on the feeling and it will become natural.' He said, his hand still entwined with mine. I closed my eyes and thought back to the warmth I'd felt in my mouth when the fangs had popped out and tried to will them back in. I heard a slight popping sound and Eric smiled.
'There, you did it. Now we'll go and get you cleaned up.' He said, helping me to my feet. I staggered a bit surprised at how new everything felt.
'Eric?' I asked, my hand still clasping his.
'You'll get used to it.' He answered my silent question.
Eric led me into the now empty Fangtasia and into the employee room. He let go of my hand so I could take a shower but I was afraid to let him out of my sight, as if he would disappear.
'I'll wait here. Unless you'd like me to join you?' He said, his usual grin on. I frowned and let go of his hand, feeling every nerve ending in my body craving his touch once more.
'I'll be fine.' I replied, stepping away from him. 'Just stay close, will you?' He nodded and sat by the door, his back pressed to the wall, his arms resting on his knees. I saw myself for the first time in the mirror. I almost gasped in surprise. I was covered in dirt, but my skin was still rather golden underneath it all. I wondered if this had anything to do with my fairy blood since most vampires were pale and white. I delighted in the feeling of the warm water cascading on my now cool skin. I could feel every single drop of it and could have counted them if I'd wished.
When I was done, I finger-combed my wet hair and observed my face in the mirror. My skin had never looked so beautiful and healthy and I felt a bittersweet disappointment when I reminded myself I was dead.
Dead to the world. My world at least.
I pulled on the clothes he'd found for me which looked sexy and very unlike me. But I wasn't about to complain. I opened the door and was reassured to see Eric there, still sitting on the ground, waiting for me. He looked up at me and pulled me down next to him.
'I'll be quick.' He said before disappearing in the bathroom. I felt very tempted to follow him and watch him and I surprised myself by even thinking about it but then again, I didn't feel quite complete when he wasn't with me. And I felt this odd attraction to him. But I held my ground and sat, wrapping my knees with my arms, resting my head on them. He was back by my side in a few minutes and I couldn't help but relax in his presence.
'I don't like it when you're away from me.' I commented, puzzled by the mere fact I hadn't yet slapped him or yelled at him. The man had killed me. Or saved me. That only depended on the way you looked at the situation. I had to say in his defense that I was dying anyways. He'd just given me an alternative.
'I won't go away, don't worry. I have a lot to teach you first.' He said.
'Why do I crave your presence so much?' I asked, regaining composure.
'Because I'm your Maker.' Eric said, his eyes boring into mine.
'I knew that. But why do I feel complete only when we touch?' I asked, my fingers finding his.
'It's the blood. The blood that now courses through your veins too.' Eric explained. Somehow, that made sense and I nodded, studying his face. He truly was quite dashing. I watched, hypnotized, as a single drop of water that rolled off a strand of his hair and landed on his lips. I brushed my index against his bottom lip and wiped the mesmerizing droplet away. Eric tensed and I left my finger there, hovering over his lips. I suddenly had a very primal urge to kiss him and shuddered in surprise. It wasn't my urge but his I'd felt.
'Don't.' I murmured so low I knew that any human couldn't have heard it.
'Don't what?' he asked, unfazed.
'Kiss me.' I completed, biting the inside of my bottom lip softly. I felt the familiar warmth in my mouth that could only result in my fangs popping out and I concentrated on them remaining hidden. I did not want to show him just how much I wanted that kiss.
'How did you know?' Eric asked, his thumb rolling on my bottom lip causing electricity to shoot down my spine. I closed my eyes, breathing in slowly his addictive scent.
'I felt it.' I murmured.
***Eric
I stared at her, genuinely surprised. The bond between a Maker and its child was quite complicated and newborns rarely felt it at all. At first they were all about instincts and nothing else counted but feeding and wrecking.
But Sookie, no. Sookie was poised and calm, craving me of all people. I could feel her desire to be with me, close to me through the bond she shouldn't even be aware of. She was even more striking physically as a vampire than she had been as a human. Her mouth hypnotized me. Her full lips were parted, her fangs shining in the semi-darkness of the room. She lazily rolled her tongue on them, amazed by their presence but aware of how pointy they were. I reminded myself now was not the time for fun. There was still plenty for me to teach her and I couldn't afford to be weak.
'Well you felt wrong.' I murmured, my eyes still fixed on those very tempting lips of hers. I had a strange feeling sex with her as a vampire would be quite something and I had to close my eyes to snap out of it. My only regret was at not having seduced her in her human life.
'Did I?' She said, leaning her forehead on mine. I breathed in her smell and almost lost it right there. She smelled better than any vampire I'd even smelled. She had retained that particular fairy-scent even though I could smell my own blood coursing her veins.
'Why did you do it?' she murmured, her eyes closed.
'Because you had to live.' I replied, serious. However selfish my reasons to turn her had been, I realized just then that I also knew she wanted to live. And I wanted her to live with me, to be mine. She held that much fascination over me and I feared that as much as I craved her presence.
'But I'm a monster…' She muttered, turning away from me. I felt my grip on her shoulders tense and reminded myself she was vampire and wouldn't be hurt by it.
'You cannot afford to be weak, Sookie.' I said to her, my voice harsher than I meant it to be. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and spun her back around yanking her chin up. I saw her eyes glaze over with lust. There it was, the primal instincts taking over. That was more like it.
'You're hurting me.' She hissed through clenched teeth. She didn't want to allow me to see just how turned on she was by the whole situation. But as her Maker, there was very little she could keep from me.
'You like it.' I hissed back, tugging at her hair. She moaned and I growled in answer.
'Let me go.' She grunted, stubbornly closing her eyes. I tugged at her golden mane harder, delighting in how her wet locks felt around my fist.
'Look at me.' I commanded her. She shook her head, eyes closed. 'Look. At. Me.' I growled.
She opened her eyes and gazed at me.
'You have to obey me. I won't let you do something you'd regret and I will take care of you. But you have to trust me.' I said to her, my grip releasing her wet curls. Instead of pulling away, she pressed her lips to my chest, right between my pectorals and she breathed in. I tensed and reminded myself I had to teach her many things such as feeding. And there was the matter of her brother and friends to settle. I couldn't let myself be distracted by my instincts that made me want to do her, roughly, everywhere. I could have roared in anger. I hated not being in control of my emotions, if I still had those, but with her, I felt as much in control as a drunken teenager.
'Eric.' She breathed. I cupped her chin and looked into her eyes, amazed at how much humanity I could still see in there.
'I have to show you how to feed, Sookie.' I said, my voice rough, feeling that tension in my groin that I'd grown used to whenever she was around.
'No. Give me True Blood. I won't feed from humans. I can't.' She snapped, pulling out of my arms. I glared at her, angered.
'You will learn to feed from humans so that you do not kill them whenever you go hungry. And I won't have you feeding off that vile beverage. True Blood is disgusting and my progenies won't be having it.' I growled.
'You can't force me to drink from humans.' She hissed, her fangs popping out.
'I can order you to do whatever I find necessary for you to do. True Blood will not suffice for your first few months and I won't risk you dehydrating or killing humans by mistake when the thirst is too strong.' My own fangs had popped out but not out of anger, I realized. The sight of her, angry with her fangs glistening against her full lips made me want to rip her clothes off and fuck her into oblivion.
'I want to see Bill.' She suddenly demanded. My answer came out so fast I didn't even have to think about it.
'Out of the question.' I shot back.
She roared and stormed out of the room. I could feel her longing for me through the bond and before I knew it she returned, keeping a fair distance between us.
'I hate you.' She hissed. I sighed.
'Come here.' I whispered. And she did. She approached me, eyeing me carefully but then she gave in to her impulse and she pressed herself against my chest, her hips flush on mine. I growled and let her do as she pleased. Her nails dug in the skin of my back and it took all my self-control to not force myself onto her.
'I hate you.' She whispered, her mouth on the crook of my neck.
'I can see that.' I whispered back, playful. I felt her temper flare so I dug my hand in her curls and yanked her chin up to look into her eyes once more.
'We have to go and find you a human to feed from.' I said, enjoying the sight of her mesmerizing eyes, sparkling with anger at me. 'Might I add, you are beautiful.'
She didn't answer and pulled back, obviously aware of how tempting she was to me.
'I'm still Bill's.' She said, turning away from me. I was surprised at how much rage filled me with those words. I yanked her arm and threw her on the couch, my body over hers before she had time to even hiss a protest. My hands roamed over her body and rested possessively on her ass and breast. She turned her face away from me, controlling her anger.
'You are mine, Sookie. Mine to control and possess. Your life is entwined to mine in a way it never was and never will be to William Compton's. And I can do as I please with you.' I snarled in her ear.
She gave me a discouraged look and I saw a bloody tear form at the corner of her eyes. I realized just then that I'd probably scared her with my outburst and possessiveness.
'Do not fear me. I just want you to understand you are mine. I made you and I'll care for you. Say it.' I ordered, my voice softer than it had been before.
'I'm yours.' She whispered, turning her gaze to me. My hard grasp on her breast lightened and I caressed her softly, willing her to see just how good I could be to her, how much I cared for her. Her back arched under my touch and she bit her bottom lip, forgetting about her fangs and causing her lip to bleed.
'Ow…' she moaned softly. Before I could think about what I was doing, I lowered my face to hers and pressed my lips to her bloodied one, sucking at it softly.
***Sookie
'Out of the question.' He snapped. I could have killed him right there. Who the hell did he think he was? Ordering me around? Telling me what I could and couldn't do? I roared and stormed out of the employee room, only too aware of the physical longing I felt for him.
I needed him.
I knew nothing of my new condition and I needed him. I wanted to be with him, I realized. I slipped back in the room, frustrated at my own weakness.
'I hate you.' I hissed at him, feeling overwhelmed by the mere sight of him. He looked dashing and I felt a very primal instinct to make love to him. I breathed slowly, trying to reign in my emotions. I was Bill's. I loved Bill. I would not allow my new condition to get in the way of our relationship. Whatever Eric thought, I'd find a way to get my way in the end.
Eric sighed.
'Come here.' He ordered me, gently. And I did. I practically ran to him, cuddling in his embrace. I felt safe and good. I felt complete only when I was practically molded to him. I could feel his desire for me through the bond and I decided to ignore it. I trusted him. I pressed my lips to the crook of his neck where his delicious blood flowed most under his alabaster skin.
'I hate you.' I breathed half-heartedly. I couldn't help myself. I wanted him, wanted his hands on my body, his fangs on my throat. I wanted him whole.
'I can see that.' He said, his tone playful and provocative. 'We have to go and find you a human to feed from.' He said. He was observing me, his gaze glazed over with a growing lust. 'Might I add, you are beautiful.' He breathed.
I pulled back, surprised. I would not give him the satisfaction of turning my back on the man I loved because of this situation over which I'd had very little control.
'I'm still Bill's.' I said, turning my back on him. The next thing I knew, I felt rage seep through our bond and he pinned me under him on the couch. I trembled in fear as one of his hands grasped my right breast possessively as his other hand clasped the cleft of my butt.
'You are mine, Sookie. Mine to control and possess. Your life is entwined to mine in a way it never was and never will be to William Compton's. And I can do as I please with you.' He growled in my ear.
I realized he was right. He could do what he pleased with me. He was my Maker. I turned my head away, despair painted on my face. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and suddenly, his mood shifted dramatically. I could feel his regret, his own despair at seeing me afraid of him.
'Do not fear me. I just want you to understand you are mine. I made you and I'll care for you. Say it.' He ordered me, his voice gentle. I felt like a bundle of nerves and was only too aware of his growing erection and my equally growing arousal. I loved how his weight pressed on me and how his hands roughly handled me as if he knew he couldn't break me but wanted to prove he still could hurt me if he pleased.
'I'm yours.' I whispered to him, delighting at how his touch on me became that of a lover more than that of a master and its pet. His hand started kneading my breast, causing me to moan. I bit my lower lip to drown my moans but I forgot about my fangs and ended up drawing blood from my lip.
'Ow…'
And then he pressed his lips to my bloodied one and sucked and I thought I was going to implode from too much stimulation. His tongue teased my fangs and I gasped, my hips buckling against his. Suddenly, I pushed him off the sofa and pressed him against the wall, taking control of the situation. I felt stronger than I had ever felt and I wanted him to understand I was still going to be my own woman even if he could force me into practically anything. I was not going to be weak. And if I had to manipulate him into letting me be, I would.
'Sookie.' He hissed as I covered his neck with raw kisses. I wanted to bite him so bad, but I held back. I wouldn't give in to instincts. I wasn't an animal and wasn't going to allow his blood to make me one.
'Eric.' I murmured, pulling back to gaze at him. His eyes bore into mine.
'I hope you weren't hoping on distracting me from the task we have at hand.' He said, serious. I frowned and spun away from him, enraged.
'I won't do it! You can't force me!' I pleaded. He grabbed my fists in his hands and I suddenly felt calm and soothed.
'I know what you're trying to do Eric and I can tell you it won't work.' I murmured. He studied my face carefully.
'Come.' He suddenly ordered, dragging me after him. In a minute, we were out of the bar and onto the parking lot of Fangtasia.
'Where are we going?' I asked, delighting in the fresh air on my skin.
'I'll take you to feed and then we'll go to our home.' Eric replied, pulling me in his arms.
'How do we get there?' I asked, craning my neck to look into his beautiful eyes.
'We fly.' He responded.
***Eric
Carrying Sookie wasn't exactly a challenge for me as she was rather light. I simply had not expected her to be afraid of heights. One would think fears based on rational thinking such as the fear of heights would go when you die, but apparently it wasn't the case with Sookie. She held on for dear life to me even though a fall from any height wouldn't so much as hurt her.
'Please don't drop me.' She moaned in my ear, clutching at my neck desperately.
'Don't look down.' I murmured to her, trying to soothe her with my own relaxed state through the bond. If she was aware of it, I might as well use it, I reasoned. We finally arrived where we'd hunt her first meal.
The moment her feet touched the ground, Sookie slid out of my hold and leaned against the brick wall of the dark alley we'd landed in.
'Where are we?' she said, eyeing her surrounding with curiosity.
'Downtown Shreveport…' I answered. I walked towards the embranchment of the alley and spotted what I was looking for. She was about Sookie's human age with ample bosom and pale skin where the bluish traces of punches and slaps were visible. She wore heavy black makeup around her dazzling turquoise eyes. Her denim skirt exposed her fishnet stockings and she wore high heels and a thin camisole that left little to the imagination. She had long caramel hair and a scar on her lips that had no doubt been left by some drug dealer.
'Come.' I murmured for Sookie's ears only. Sookie approached me and looked at the girl. She stepped back and gave me a heinous look.
'Don't you think her life is already hard enough without me feeding off her?'
'She won't remember. I'll glamour her for you.'
'Why her?'
'Because she's going to be easy to convince.' I said, pragmatic. Sookie shook her head. 'Sookie, don't force me to force you. You don't want that and I don't want it either.'
'Feed from her if you want. I won't.' she said, stubbornly.
'Fine.' I growled. I approached the girl slowly, Sookie remaining in the darkness of the alley. I knew that the moment she'd smell the girl's blood, her instincts would kick in and she would most likely join me. I'd have to be ready to stop her if need be. The girl heard my footsteps, which I deliberately made loud and human. She turned to me, a slow smile spreading on her scared lips. I could still feel Sookie's presence in the darkness, her eyes on me.
'Well hello there, you looking for company, darling?' The girl drawled, her cigarette between her slender fingers. Her nails were painted a dark burgundy red and were chipped. She had absolutely no idea what was coming at her.
'How much?' I said to the girl who threw her cigarette on the ground and crushed it underneath her cheap heels.
'Fifty for regula'. Hundred if you want somethin' special. No kissin' allowed.' She said, eyeing me curiously. 'You're kinda cute. I can't see why you'd need to pay for girls.' She added, suddenly fearful. A handsome man paying for sex only meant one thing in their world: violence. She took a careful step back, still studying my face. I gazed into her turquoise eyes and whispered soothing words.
'Don't fear me. Relax. I won't hurt you.' Much, I added in my mind. I saw her shoulders sag and she closed the space between us. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her with me towards the alley. 'I'll take care of you. Come with me.' I murmured, soothing in her ear. Glamouring prostitutes wasn't exactly hard, but she was surprisingly compliant. She didn't have much desire to live, I noticed. I smelled her to make sure her blood was clean. The hollow of her elbows was covered in bluish bruises from needles, but right now, she was clean. No heroin or cocaine in her veins, just fresh warm blood. Her blood smelled surprisingly good. Sookie stood in the darkness, watching me, her face equal parts of fascination and horror.
'You sure you don't want the first bite?' She stared at me as I moved the girl's hair away from her neck and was about to bite down.
'Don't!' Sookie suddenly exclaimed.
'What?' I asked, surprised.
'Let me.' She said, her eyes shining with an emotion I couldn't very well identify.
I handed her the girl and Sookie looked deep into her eyes before embracing her, her mouth on her ear.
'Run.' was all she whispered. The girl looked from me to Sookie and then trotted off as if she had the devil on her eels. Which she kind of did. I stared at Sookie, stunned. She'd just glamoured the girl. It usually took years to be able to glamour effectively. It had taken me a few months because Godric had been a good Maker and I a fast learner, but for Sookie to learn in less than one night was just beyond me. I tried to hide my surprise behind anger.
'You were supposed to feed from her.' I growled.
'She had Hepatitis D.' Sookie dropped, gazing up at me, her back pressed against the wall. 'That vampire AIDS sickness…'
Fuck. I'd been so intent on teaching her how to feed I'd forgotten to take precautions with that. People rarely carried the disease and I'd picked probably the only one in the neighborhood who had it.
'You can still hear them?' I asked her. Sookie nodded slowly.
***Sookie
I looked at him approaching the girl. He looked like a great big feline, his steps precautious and predatory. The girl's head turned his way and I noticed for the first time her beautiful eyes.
Shit… what does he want? Hopefully he's not going to hurt me.
I could still hear humans, I realized, struck by the notion. My telepathy had stuck.
'Don't fear me. Relax. I won't hurt you.' He said, soothingly to the girl.
Much.
And I could hear him. Shit. I could hear Eric. That surely wasn't good for me.
'I'll take care of you. Come with me.' he murmured her. He was glamouring her. I studied his approach. It was all about seduction, I realized. Us, weak humans seduced by the beast. Not me. Not anymore. I was a beast too now. I was horror struck as I watched Eric guide the girl over to me. She looked fragile and tired and I hated that I'd have to feed off her.
'You sure you don't want the first bite?' Eric said, his fangs out, as he pulled her hair back softly. He was almost… tender. Surprising for the cold heartless monster he prized himself on being. But then again maybe this was all for my sake.
He's so soft, I wish I could kiss him. Fucking Hepatitis D…
I'd heard about the sickness, as everyone. I realized she had it and Eric would get it if he as much as sank his fangs into her neck.
'Don't!' I exclaimed, genuinely afraid he wouldn't stop. But he did.
'What?' he asked me, surprised. I wanted very dearly to save the girl from his wrath if he so much as suspected she knew the sickness she carried could hurt us both. Think, Sookie, think…
'Let me.' I said, nodding at the girl.
Eric handed me the girl, surprised at my change of mind. I could feel his excitement through the bond at watching me feed from her. I cradled the girl in my arms, gazing in her turquoise eyes before I bent to her ear.
'Run.' I whispered to her. The girl trotted away from us, afraid. I prayed for Eric not to pursue her and just let her be.
'You were supposed to feed from her.' He hissed at me. He took a dangerous step towards me but I stood my ground.
'She had Hepatitis D.' I said, gazing up at him. 'That vampire AIDS sickness…' I said. That was the only reference I could find to talk of that sickness I'd discovered when Bill's home had been invaded by Malcom's disgusting clan.
Fuck.
I tried to keep my face as neutral as I could as he studied me.
'You can still hear them?' He finally asked.
I nodded.
'Yes.' I was sure that if I'd been alive I would have blushed. I felt his emotions shift through the bond. He knew I wasn't telling him everything.
'And you can hear us too…' He mused.
'No.' I snapped just a little too fast. His hand was at my throat before I could utter another word. He backed me on the wall, letting go of my throat to close the space between us.
'Don't lie to me. You can feel me, I can feel you. That's how it works. I'll know when you lie.' He explained, running a lazy hand on my hair. 'You must trust me Sookie. I'm all you have left.' He said, his voice low and husky.
'That's not true.' I moaned, tears in my eyes. I couldn't stand the idea of never seeing Bill or Jason or Tara or Sam or any of the people that had been part of my life before. I couldn't let that happen.
'Don't cry.' He ordered me, cupping my cheek.
I can't stand it when you do.
He waited for me to calm myself, his hands never leaving my cheek and hair. He seemed to like touching me just as much as I enjoyed his caresses.
'You can hear me can't you? My thoughts?' He asked, serious.
'Yes. I think.'
I want to rip your clothes off right now and fuck you against the wall.
I slapped him, my fangs bared. He could be so crude.
'Yes, you can definitely hear me.' He purred, his eyes two slits.
'Are you not going to stake me?' I asked, my gaze locked on his lips.
***Eric
'Don't cry.' I pleaded. I couldn't stand it when she did. It was like I was human all over again every time she did. She could hear my thoughts. That was both dangerous and exciting. Dangerous because I couldn't afford to tell her everything, let alone permit for her to intrude on certain businesses. As for other vampires, it was out of the question for them to ever find out about this. Not even Pam. She'd most probably stake her.
I let my fingers run through her hair. It really was incredibly soft and silky. It had dried now and it was the most beautiful shade of pale gold. I cupped her chin with my free hand, enjoying the smooth texture of her skin. It was as if she'd been put on my path to tempt me.
'You can hear me can't you? My thoughts?' I asked.
She studied my face before answering.
'Yes I think.'
I want to rip your clothes off right now and fuck you against the wall, I thought at her, grinning like a schoolboy. What fun was I to have if not by teasing her? She'd glamoured our snack away…
She slapped me, rather effectively I must say. Only caused me to grin some more. Vampires craved violence and I wouldn't mind her challenging me. I'd just love to put her back in her place, which was under me moaning my name.
'Yes, you can definitely hear me.' I purred at her.
'Are you not going to stake me?' she asked, her gaze locked on my lips.
'And why on earth would I do that?' I retorted. It would be such a waste…
'Because I can hear vamps. Isn't that like the worst thing? With y'all being so secretive…'
'Us all. You're one of us now, Sookie.' I said, pulling her chin up so that her gaze locked on mine.
'As if I needed a reminder…' she sighed. I thought for a second and realized just how afraid of feeding off humans she was. I decided that she was controlled enough to go without for one more day. I'd feed her my blood once more and then we would go to ground. We'd see what tomorrow would bring.
'I won't force you to feed tonight if you don't want to. But on one condition.' I suddenly said.
'What?' she said, suddenly hopeful.
'You won't make a fuss about sleeping with me.' I retorted, smug.
'WHAT?' she barked.
***Sookie
I could have smacked that smug smile off his face. Oh hell, what a great bargain. Feed off a human or sleep with the devil.
'How can you even believe I'd agree to this?' I snarled, my nails digging in his forearms, trying to push him away from me. He of course was a lot stronger than me. He chuckled at my efforts.
You do know it turns me on when you try and hurt me…He thought, closing his eyes like a content cat.
'You're despicable.' I hissed at him, infuriated. How could he only think about sex all the time? I decided I might as well ask, since we were going to spend an eternity together. I almost growled in frustration, trying to picture an eternity. Yep, definitely too long a time with his annoying ass for my liking. His touch was intoxicating. As his presence. I'd never been confronted to such a dilemma. I hated him but I needed him just as much.
'Do you only think about sex all the time?' I snapped, my nails still digging in the skin of his arms. He was very muscular and I could almost feel him purr like a big cat.
He chuckled.
'You'll come to understand vampires are mostly driven by instincts: sex and violence is what we are and what we live for. What you'll live for.'
'Oh please, I couldn't be that shallow if I tried.' I replied, disgusted.
'You think humans are better? You think they don't crave sex and violence just as much as we do? We simply are more forward about it.' He said. And as much as I hated to admit it, I knew he was right. As a telepath, I knew that much. 'But you are different.' He added, surprising me.
I cocked my head to the side, willing him to continue.
'You were different form the start. And you're different even now. I've never seen a newborn learn the things you've learned so fast.' Eric said. He took me in his arms.
'We'll go back to our home now.' He said. I stared at him.
'And where would that be?'
'My home of course.' He said, casually. I looked him in the eyes and concentrated.
'I really want to go back to Bon Temps…' I whispered, caressing his cheek. 'Please. I'd love to go back to Bon Temps…'He studied my face, curious and suddenly we were flying, hovering over the dark alley and he was cradling me to his chest.
***Eric
We landed in the cemetery and I looked around confused. We were definitely not near my home in Shreveport. And I had absolutely no idea of why or how we'd gotten here. I recognized the place. It was the cemetery right between Sookie and Bill's home. I turned to Sookie, trying to contain my growing anger. It hit me there and then.
'You glamoured me?' I hissed at her. She took a careful step back.
'I didn't know it would work…' She pleaded, her hands outstretched in front of her, as if that would protect her from me. 'I swear I didn't know.' She said, backing up against a nearby tree. I was outraged though and no pleading would do. I was on her in a matter of seconds and I threw her on the grass, straddling her, my hand on her throat, keeping her down.
'It's impossible.' I hissed at her, fury seeping my every word. 'Vampires cannot be glamoured!' I growled.
'You said all humans could be glamoured, yet you couldn't glamour me now could you?' She breathed, afraid. I could feel her fear and for once I understood her fearing me. She had right and reason to. In a thousand years I'd never heard of a vampire who could glamour her own kind and I sure as hell knew this would lead to trouble and danger for all of us. I briefly debated about ripping her head off. She wouldn't feel it and I would be free of her body which haunted me, free of her temper which seduced and enraged me, free of the worries she would cause me, free of her impetuous personality, free of her. I'd be my normal self again and Pam would stop taunting me about going weak over a mere human – vampire, I corrected myself. My child. Mine. I wouldn't tolerate a world where she wouldn't be. That was precisely why I'd turned her, so that the flicker of light she was in my endless night wouldn't die. Would keep on burning for eternity. I'd spent over a thousand years without her in my life but the moment she'd stepped in, I'd been spun around. Then Godric had met the True Death and I'd realized I wanted, needed someone by my side. She was my nemesis, this innocent woman-child now turned lethal. I calmed myself and gazed at her wide eyes. She looked terrified yet prepared for her fate. She'd read my mind once more no doubt and thought I was going to end her. Any reasonable vampire would have.
A vampire that could glamour others was the most lethal weapon to our kind, a weapon never heard of but long imagined and feared, as humans feared the reaper. And she was right there, beneath me, that lethal weapon vampires only dreaded or dreamed of. And she was mine. Mine alone. I released my grip on her neck.
'I won't kill you.' I hissed at her. 'But if you ever try to glamour me again, I will do it without a second thought. Do you understand me?' I growled. She nodded slowly. The moment I let go of her throat she yanked her face up to mine and pressed her lips to mine. My rage melted like ice in the fire and was replaced with my ever-present lust for her. I kissed her back with equal passion and she moaned. I pulled back and eyed her with hunger.
'I'm sorry.' She muttered. 'I don't like you angry. Thank you for not killing me.'
'Don't ever do it again. Ever.' I ordered her.
'I can't even practice?' she tried, her voice small and pleading.
'On Pam. Not on me.' I growled. I could already picture Pam's face when she'd discover Sookie could glamour vampires. It would be priceless.
'Why not? You hate not being in control, don't you?' she taunted me.
She sometimes spoke truths of depths she couldn't even imagine. And it enraged me that she knew I'd never bring myself to kill her because I needed her about as much as she needed me.
'I hate it. And I'm telling you only because you are mine.' I hissed. 'Why did you kiss me?' I asked her, my tone more of an order than a simple demand.
'I knew it would calm you.' She admitted, a small smile on her lips. I felt like smacking her smile off and taking her against the tree. I refrained and relaxed.
'You'll really be a pain in the ass, won't you?' I asked her.
She slapped me. Hard. Hard enough so that I was off her and she stood up, a smirk on her face. She was quick. I had to give her that. Female vampires were for the most faster then men. But not stronger. And not as quick as me. I threw her on a tree and she winced in pain but the next second, she was in front of me and she punched me. Hard, in the jaw. I felt my lip split and I licked the blood there unconsciously. She eyed the entire procedure with hunger painted on her face and she punched me again.
'Feisty.' I commented, laughing darkly. I liked her with her spunk. She would be terrific fun.
'Fuck you, Eric.' She snarled.
Fuck you, anytime. You just have to ask nicely…
'And stop thinking obscenities at me!' She raged, walking towards her old home.
'Sookie, come back.' I ordered her. She continued walking. She blatantly ignored me. My anger was back. Who the hell did she think she was?
'Come back here this instant.' I roared after her, refusing to follow her. She wouldn't get it her way.
'Or what?' she spun around. 'You've made me miserable enough for one night, I think Eric. You can save the rest for some other night. We have plenty ahead anyways, don't we.' She said. I could feel her pain through the bond. Yet she had provoked me. Again.
'Or I'll make you.'
'How?' She snapped, exasperated.
And I did it. I ordered her the way a Maker orders its Child. A direct order from a Maker cannot be refused. The child feels compulsively drawn to obey. Godric had rarely felt the need to give me a direct order as I most of the time obeyed him, aware of his wisdom. Sookie stopped dead in her track and turned towards me.
'I hate you.' She cried and I saw bloody tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She walked towards me and I could see it was hurting her to be forced into obedience. When she was within my arm's reach, I cradled her to my chest.
'Sookie.' I whispered. She sobbed silently in my arms, her face to my chest.
'How do you endure it?' she whispered softly.
What?
'The emotional roller coaster.' She breathed. 'Everything is so crude and raw and one moment I want to rip your throat out and the next I…' she stopped there. I was mighty curious about the end of the sentence.
'And next you…?' I asked, softly.
'No.' She murmured. 'Nothing.'
'Oh please do tell me, Miss Stackhouse.' I replied.
'I want to make love to you.' She said, jutting her chin up so that she was staring at my face. I felt that familiar pull in my groin and breathed slowly even though I didn't need to.
Give in then.
'No.' She hissed. 'I won't. You saved my life and I'll always be grateful for that but it ends there. Whatever sick twisted impulsions your blood give me.'
'You'll yield to me. Sooner or later.' I assured her, my eyes lost in the distance.
'You wish.'
I know. I know you want me. And I want you. I have from the moment we've met and you know it. You're just stubborn.
'It'd be wrong. I don't love you. I love Bill.' She pleaded. Her lust filled gaze said otherwise. Her fangs were out and I wanted them on my skin.
'This isn't about love.' I growled softly.
'How could it not be?' She whispered, her eyes boring into mine. 'Are you even capable of loving, Eric?' she breathed.
Yes, I'd known love. I'd loved Godric. I loved Pam, in my own way. But I would die before telling them. But that dire need I felt for Sookie? Could I call it love? Love was dangerous. A vampire couldn't afford to love. Times changed and human emotions were futile and dissipated in the blink of an eye.
'Love does not exist for our kind, Sookie. We can't afford to love. Love makes us weak and weakness is not an option with a violent race such as ours. Two thirds of newborns don't make it past their first year. I refuse for you to be one of those because you cling on to your humanity.'
'Do you love me, Eric?' She asked, her eyes two dark pools where I suddenly felt like drowning in. Yes, yes, Sookie, in my own way I do, I wanted to answer. But I couldn't. Wouldn't.
'Come now. We must go. The sun will be up in an hour and I want you back to safety by then.'
I pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips and we flew off.
When we arrived at my home, I didn't even take time to show her around. I just wanted to get her in bed. She looked exhausted and I could feel her shutting down. She looked haggard and I realized she'd need some more of my blood before she went to sleep. I placed her carefully on my black satin sheets and helped her out of her clothes. She didn't even protest as I pulled her shirt off slowly. She was wearing the bra I'd gotten for her, dark lace against her somehow still tanned skin. I almost growled at the sight but remembered why I was undressing her. I helped her out of the skirt too and she lay back on the pillows, curling into a little ball.
'You can't sleep yet. You need blood.' I said to her, pulling my own shirt off. I could feel her lust through the bond and it enticed my appetites for her.
'Yours?' she asked, excited at the idea.
'Yes. But we'll exchange mutually this time. It will make the bond stronger.' I explained, removing my jeans. I kept on my briefs and sat behind her, pulling her to my chest so that she sat in between my legs. Her mere proximity made my erection even more painful than it already was.
I couldn't resist and cupped her breasts in my hands, rubbing them softly. She didn't protest and arched her back, pressing our hips together, rubbing the curve of her ass on my erection. I grunted. She turned her face towards me, her lips parted slightly as I continued caressing her. One of my hands trailed up her throat and I watched amazed as her fangs popped out slowly. I wanted her so bad it hurt. But I didn't want to push her either. She'd come to me, when she'd be ready. And then we'd have the most amazing sex.
'Kiss me.' She asked me, pulling me out of my trance. I didn't wait to be asked twice and I pressed my lips to hers, parting them with my tongue. She tasted so new, so good, so different. And somehow, so very Sookie. Her tongue stroked mine, my fangs nipping at her bottom lip, drawing blood. Sookie turned around slowly, straddling me. I liked her like this: forward and daring. She pressed our stomachs together and shamelessly started dry humping with me, rubbing herself on my length. I moaned and resisted the urge to throw her back on the sheets and rip her panties off for something more serious, but I wouldn't brusque her.
We need to exchange blood. But no need to stop what you're doing…
I felt her frustration and smirked against her mouth. She pulled back still rubbing her hips on mine, causing a feral hiss to ripple through my chest.
'How?' she simply said, her eyes half closed.
'Throat.' I hissed, baring my fangs. With one hand, I pushed her hair aside and brought her neck closer to my mouth. She pressed her lips to my neck, her fangs scraping the skin there and she sucked, slowly and teasingly.
If you don't stop teasing I might just rip that silly bra of yours off…
'You wouldn't dare…' she breathed against my skin.
I want you. I want to possess you.
She pulled back and gazed at me with heavy lidded eyes.
'Bite me.' She whispered, lowering her fangs to my throat. And I did.