ERICS SECRET PART I

"It will only be for a few hours Bill, there's no need to get into such a huff." Sookie turned at the open door, looking up the stairs into Bills white, hardened face. His expression told her he still did not approve, but she didn't need his approval. Eric was calling for her and as the Sheriff had every right to get his way. He had told Bill to stay behind, a fact that was obviously upsetting Bill. "It's not like a date, he is paying me."

"If it is not a date, then why are you dressed how you are?" Bill snapped his reply through clenched fangs. Sookie looked down at her ensemble; a red shift halter-neck dress purchased from her good friend Tara at 'Tara's Togs' the only boutique in Bon Temps considered fashionable, matching shoes, with low heels and peep toes, a black sheen shawl draped over her left arm and her blonde hair fanning loosely around her shoulders in the Autumn breeze. She thought she looked pretty good, not at all like a 'lady of the night' as Bill had earlier suggested.

"Fine, if you want to be a baby then you just stay here and act like one till I get back – in fact don't worry about me I'll return to my house later. Good night Bill." She stepped out onto his front steps, her brow creased as the door slammed behind her. She hesitated for a nanosecond, giving Bill amble opportunity to run to her and apologise but he didn't so she walked on. She stomped towards her car, silently cursing herself for not acting like a good Southern woman should before stopping startled. A car was turning into Bills drive-way, a red soft-top with the number plate "BLDSKR".

Eric.

Sookie sighed. She should have known she wouldn't be able to just arrive, do business and go home to the Danielle Steel she was half-way through. Nothing had been that simple since she had stumbled into the Supernatural world.

Eric pulled up in front of her and reached over to swing open the passenger door. His half-smile was as appealing as always, even though she had a suspicion it was a practiced expression. His blond hair recently cut by Pam was shining in the moon-light and his eyes were appraising her body as she moved slowly towards the car.

'Malady,' Eric made an extravagant gesture with his hand and motioned for her to be seated. Frustrated with the turn of events but too tired from working all day and fighting with Bill to resist, she slid onto the black leather next to Eric.

"Why couldn't I have just driven myself Eric? What's going on? And why is Bill so angry at us?"

"I have no idea what you mean. He was perfectly polite to me earlier when I rang to inform him that I would no longer be requiring you for business, but rather, pleasure. Maybe his attitude has something to do with the fact that I forbade him to tell you this." Eric winked and before Sookie could even contemplate exciting the vehicle, Eric had them speeding towards the highway.

In Shreveport they drove through some winding hills that Sookie had never ventured into before. She was aching with curiosity but had not spoken a word to Eric the entire trip and was not going to begin just for the sake of the mere human weakness of curiosity. She had her arms folded firmly in front of her; admittedly it was a bit uncomfortable as she had not put a bra under the backless dress. She had noticed Eric's eyes drifting over her body more than once on the trip and wondered why she had agreed to this in the first place? Yes, she did think it would be a business trip, but then why had she dressed so provocatively? She shook the thoughts from her head as they pulled up in front of a low, long expanding manor in a dip between four hills. Eric swung the car into the drive, but instead of driving into the double-garage, a crack opened up in the Earth and swallowed them.

"Oh my God! Eric what's happening?" Sookie forgot all about her silence as the car sunk, and she grappled with the door-handle, her blood thundering through her body as she tried over and over to free herself. She span to look at Eric and was disconcerted by the calmness of his face.

"Relax, this is just where I park during the day. Were on a mini elevator. You don't think I'd let anything happen to you dressed like that do you? Not before I've had a taste anyway." He smirked at her and she felt her temperature rise.

"Eric, how dare you? Just because you are the Sheriff doesn't mean you have any control over me! I am a human! Not one of your dead drones, you can't kid nap me like this!"

'Sookie, as Sheriff I find that one of the perks is owning all the Vampires in my area. I think you'll find that what is theirs, is also mine. You are Bills – there-fore you are mine.'

"Well maybe I don't want to be Bills anymore!"

'Well, if you aren't Bills, then that means you are up for the taking.' He licked his lips and she felt her face redden. She retracted her words quickly and pulled her shawl closer around herself.

'I am Bills! I just...I don't – where are we anyway?' She was turned from anger to wonder as the darkness came into light, with many shining surfaces and dazzling objects surrounding them. Eric moved the car forwards a few feet and she heard a loud noise behind her – she looked back just in time to see what looked like 10 square feet of gravel drive lifting towards the surface.

"Welcome, dear Sookie, to my humble home." Eric flicked a switch in the car and the doors unlocked. He was out of his side and opening her door quicker than she could see. He extended his arm to her and she took it, as was polite when a guest in someone's house.

He swept a theatrical arm in front of them and she took in her surroundings. It was spectacular. There were paintings on the walls that belonged in the Louvre. Sculptures of Vampires in very primal positions were in each corner. In the middle of the marble flooring was a water-fountain, spouting what looked to be real human blood from a stone woman's neck. At the end of the cavernous area was a staircase leading down.

'The house on top of us is just that – a house. Not a home. It is a display home, very good fakes of everything one may own, with top of the line security. The only way in and out of the subterranean area is how we came in. Only one button in the world can activate the lift, and it is in my car. It is just you and I Sookie, no 'dead drones' as you call them, and no snacks for me either...which is a shame as I am so hungry." He leered at her but she barely noticed. She was walking towards the staircase, gazing intensely at the leaves growing on a thin vine.

"Eric, where does this lead? How can this be real? We are underground."

"Ah, my one secret. I will show you on one condition; Pull up your dress for me. Just let me see what you have on under that divine gown." He laughed silently as her face reddened. He knew she would not do it, especially not after been asked so callously. He walked towards her and she stiffened as he drew nearer, however he barely grazed her arm as he passed by. He took the steps lightly, coming to rest in the place he cherished more than anywhere on Earth.

When Sookie took the first step she noticed moisture on the walls. As she ventured further down she became confused at the changing hue of the light, it seemed more like sun-light than artificial light. The steps brought her into what she could only describe as a fairy grotto. Earth stretched out before her for a few metres, then gave way to an underground stream gushing past a kneeling Eric. To her left was the strangest climber she had ever seen, dark green vines, deeper green leaves and purple flowers, tiny buds with yellow centers. The scent was almost over-powering up close, and as she took a step forward she recoiled from them. To her right was what she figured to be the roots of a tree, it must be over 1000 years old by the thickness of it.

She marveled at how well the artificial light resembled the sun and then glanced at Eric. In this light, his hair was more than blond, it had highlights of the lightest red, a straw yellow colour at the top of his neck, yet more of a silver towards the nape of his neck. She could barely make them out, but still she could see the wrinkles around the corner of his eyes, the only marks he bore from his hard-time as a mortal Viking. She drew closer to him, lifting her hands up to cradle his face.

"Eric, I had no idea. You have everything anyone could possible deem to want, however, your only desire is to walk under the sun." A single tear slipped down his cheek. He blinked in surprise, and wiped it from his face with his fingertip. Sookie didn't know why, but it felt natural for her to lean in and suck it from his flesh. Her eyes wide she stood staring up at him as he gave way to his emotions. "This place is amazing. But how is it possible?"

"I have traveled many years, and in that time come across some wondrous things. That purple flowers bush is called an Archineelahk, native to the deep jungles of the Amazon. It is very resilient, with barely any need for sunlight. As long as a few of his vines can reach the surface it will continue to flourish for centuries. Pam helped me carve this place in the Earth. Together we planted the bushes. We found a small river above ground a few miles from here. It was easy to dig a tiny tunnel from the bottom of it, to flow through here. As you can probably tell, what grass there is here is fake, but it gives the illusion of a real garden." He pulled away from Sookie and walked slowly to the tree roots. He sighed, a loud, tired noise.

"After being turned, I wandered the Earth with Godric, coming to rest in the most unusual places. I planted this tree during one of my stops here almost a century ago. When I came to the town now known as Shreveport a few decades back, I could smell something I had not smelt since leaving Europe. My own scent. This tree grows, because I watered it with the blood of a human girl I had tried to transform. I drained her nearly dry, fed her my own blood and waited. Nothing happened. Godric had left me for a week to try and woo the girl of a wealthy villager. I was lonely, hungry, sexually deprived and wanting a play thing of my own. She was beautiful. Her blond locks fell over her shoulders like golden threads of silk, her eyes were bluer than any arctic ocean and her voice rang rapturous from plump lips. It was the first time I had ever been in love. When the transformation did not happen, I buried her body with the seeds of a Willow I found and wandered on by myself. I never thought I would see her face again. Then I met you. Sookie, you are just like her, but more so. More beautiful, more demanding, more everything. You have had my heart since I first heard yours beat."

Sookie inhaled sharply. What she had thought of as a simple lust-driven attraction was so much more. She had no idea Eric had this much depth to him. She held out her hand and he came towards her, hypnotised by her shallow breaths. When he reached her he did not hesitate, but swiftly leaned down to kiss her passionately, his tongue parting her lips, fangs slightly grazing her soft human skin as his passion intensified.

She leaned into his kiss, parting her mouth wider for him, all thoughts of Bill, fighting, work forgotten. She was lost in Eric. His hands wrapped around her dainty waist and he pulled her body closer to him. He could smell her arousal already, but it was obscured by something, he could not tell what. His hands flicked up behind her neck and undid the halter dress. She stepped back and let it fall to her feet in front of him. She was beautiful. Her full breasts were the colour of peaches, rising the falling with every breath. Her stomach was taut, not as tanned as the rest of her body but just as smooth. Her legs were long, limber and brown from many days in the sun.

Eric began slowly undressing himself. His shirt was the first thing to go. He unbuttoned it one at a time, opening it to her and watching her expression as he did. When she saw his chest, muscular, pale and hairless her heartbeat increased. His own body responded to this the only way it knew how. His erection was throbbing against his pants now, and was fighting against the material for escape. He unzipped and slid them to the floor. He was naked underneath, never having seen any reason for undergarments. He was stiff and alert, his fangs fully extended.

He took small furtive steps towards her, sucking in the air greedily as he could taste her moisture on it. He knelt in front of her. The only thing between them now was a flimsy piece of pink silk. He ran his hands up her legs, from her smooth ankles, to her velvety thighs. When his hands reached her panties she stiffened. He slowed down. He would have her all night. No need to rush. He reached up and pulled her down, laying her down in front of him. He spread her legs and although she shook she didn't resist. He clasped his hands on her hips and dragged her across the dirt so that her womanhood was in front of his face. He kissed her panties, again and again, licking through the material, tasting the fresh wetness, sucking it from the silk. She squirmed and moaned as he sunk his fangs lightly into her pelvic region, nipping softly, sucking at the joining of her two fluids. It was the most intensifying drink he had ever had. His nostrils flared and his hips bucked unconsciously. He pulled back, afraid that he may have his first ever premature seeding.

Sookie was in ecstasy and it took her a moment to realise he had stopped. She lay still, trying to catch her breath, but couldn't contain her excitement. Without realising what she was doing her right hand slid down the length of her torso, coming to rest between her legs. Her left fingers squeezed her nipple as her right hand massaged her most intimate parts. She thought of Eric's eyes, his beautiful body, his thick, long cock and imagined him pressed up inside her.

"I can tell what you are feeling you know. We've exchanged blood before, each time increases the bond. Just tell me if you really want me to do what you are imagining and I will."

She looked up at him, saw him watching her as she stroked herself. She blushed and pulled her fingers away from herself. He caught her hand and put it to his lips. "Don't ever be embarrassed around me Sookie, everything you do is pure poetry to me." He licked the wetness from her fingers and then entwined his fingers with hers. He came up to lie on top of her, their entwined hands above her head. "Say yes."

"Yes, Eric, Yes" a guttural moan escaped her lips, throatier, deeper than she had ever heard herself before. He came upon her quickly, his hand ripping the thin silk from her body as he pushed the head of his blunt length towards her slippery opening. Her hips thrust upwards to meet his, and he met her movements, plunging into her – shallowly? Eric looked at her confused and then realised what was obscuring her scent earlier. She still had her hymen. So Bill wasn't a real man after all.

Pleased with this revelation, Eric pushed in again, this time harder, and broke through the thin barrier in one movement. She moaned under him, loudly, her voice echoing off the caves dirty walls, captured by the flowers and carried down into the core of the earth by the underground river. He pulled out and pushed back in harder, quicker, swifter; he was bucking against her frail breakable body, but was unable to stop himself. What he had been denied for so long was now laid out before him and he couldn't have stopped even if he had wanted to. Her moans were joined by his, together they chorused their bodies movements until the only sounds they were making were primal grunts.

Sookie had never felt anything like this before. She was full to bursting, she had imagined sex before, but had always thought it to be like enjoyable exercise. This was something else, something on a whole other plain of existence. His fangs were grazing her nipples and throat, his left hand holding hers down on the ground above her head, his right hand stroking her breasts, occasionally lightly pinching her nipples. His hips were heavy, but felt like they had been made to fit hers. Inside her was the most glorious man part she had ever pictured or seen in a magazine. Long, thick, hard, strong, soft all at the same time. He seem to know when she could take more, when she needed him to slow down, fasten up, plunge deeper, pull out. She felt a whirlwind of emotions twisting up inside her, beginning in her heart and rushing down to her privates. Her clitoris swelled up with the rush of it and she pushed it against his muscles, rubbing herself along him, trying to get this whirlwind out of her body, knowing somehow that pushing against him was the only way.

He drew back, into a kneeling position and threw her legs over his shoulders.

"Sookie, like this," He took her right hand and placed it onto her swollen mound, "Rub in a circular motion, do not slow down, and do not stop until you really feel it."

He watched as she clumsily at first, then expertly began moving her fingers in a clockwise motion against herself. He reached down and put his finger and thumb around the part of the length that was too long to fit inside her tiny frame. He pushed in, harder and harder and felt her heart-beat increase until it was almost one whirring sound. Her breathing got louder and heavier as he continued to drill into her, using every bit of control he had not to go overboard.

She cried out, "Eric, oh my Lord!" and he felt her spasm inside, clenching around his muscle. He pushed in once more hard, and then pulled her up easily to a sitting position on his lap. He pushed her down onto his length and as she cried out his name a second time he bit into her neck, deeply, and sucked at the flow of red fluid pouring out his fang holes. He jerked up into her one last time and felt his own seed spill over inside her. She shook as she felt him filling her with his liquid love and then she fell into his arms, completely relaxed.

He held her there while he lapped at her wound. He could hear a change in her breathing, it grew shallower, then deeper and heavier. He realised she had fallen asleep against him. He gently pulled out of her and picked her up, cradling her in his arms he walked back upstairs and lay her down on his bed. He got in next to her and assumed the position he would hold for next 8 hours, and then he fell into the blackness, happier than he could ever remember being.