A/N: I own absolutely nothing. I owe everything to CH and her creation of this wonderful world. I owe some to AB for giving us Mr. Alexander Skarsgard, but that's about it. Please review. This is my first fan fiction shot and I intend to add to this story if everyone likes it, that is.
Chapter 1
You know you can't trust Bill. That's not the blood talking. It's your survival instinct.
Why were those words ringing so clearly in my head? It was, after all, just a dream. Why was I on my way to visit Eric at Fangtasia? Why did I trust him? Do I trust him? As I pulled into the dark parking lot of Fangtasia, I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about going to Eric. I don't trust him; in fact, I hate him. My passionate, lust filled dreams of him are the bane of my human existence.
I got out of my small, yellow, rusty car wearing denim shorts, a gray Bon Temps football t-shirt and realized I was arriving to Fangtasia dressed in the same attire I wore in my latest dream. I should have changed clothes.
Fangtasia was empty, which I found almost disturbing. I approached the door, hands shaking nervously, and opened it. I walked in like I owned the place (even though, I was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof). Pam greeted me, but she looked less than happy to see me. Something about me irked her like never before and that had me worried. Pam usually had a snide, sarcastic, lesbian remark for me, but not tonight. She was preoccupied and that just added to my nerves. I asked her if I could see Eric and she led me to his office. She opened the door for me and I walked in just ahead of her.
"She insisted," Pam said.
"She always does," was all Eric could say in return. Pam pulled the door closed behind her.
He was sitting at his desk in a sleeveless black tank, not like the racer back style from Dallas, but it still showed off his amazing arms...amazing arms? What was I thinking? Something about him was different tonight. He was reserved, quiet, and deep in thought.
I didn't know what to say to him, so I just said the first thing that came to mind, "What did you mean you are not going to be around much longer?"
He replied, "Don't pretend to care about me. This is about Bill; deep down, you know you shouldn't trust him."
I was astonished. It was like he was in my head; it was like he was really there in my dream. "Okay, tell me why," was all I could say. His eyes never left mine as he stood up from his desk, towering over me, leaning in a little too close for my comfort, but I didn't waiver. His presence was overwhelming, but I couldn't back away from him. His face was inches from mine. I swallowed hard. Oh Lord, then he spoke; his voice just above a whisper. I didn't have to strain to hear him. He was that close.
Looming over me, he replied, "Well here's the truth. There are forces beyond even my control. If I meet the true death without having at least kissed you, Sookie Stackhouse that would be my biggest regret. "
This man's last dying wish was to kiss me? I had to know why. "Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye to me?" I hadn't seen him in such a vulnerable state since I watched him with Godric, on the roof, in Dallas. I didn't know what was about to happen, how he was about to respond to my question, but I had a feeling I wasn't going to like the answer.
He took an unnecessary breath, and replied, "Because I am."
The next thing I knew, Eric grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a passionate, heartfelt kiss. I tried with all my might to push away from him, but it was pointless. Suddenly, without warning, my body betrayed me. I lost all of my sanity, and I found myself kissing him back.
My small hands moved up to grab the hair at the nape of his neck, mirroring his own large hands. I was suddenly lost in our kiss. Our bodies moving rhythmically against each other. His tremendous, cool hands were all over my upper body, his tongue snaking in and out of my mouth as I responded over and over again. What was wrong with me? I loved, still love, Bill. What kind of power did this man, wait, vampire, have over me? Why did I allow this to happen?
I pulled back and looked into those deep blue eyes and all I could think to say was so stupid, in hindsight, "okay, I get it, I'm irresistible and intoxicating, but keeping things from me does not exactly help your cause. Tell me, why I shouldn't trust Bill?"
I will never forget the look on his face. He was entranced, lost, and helpless; how could I affect a thousand year old Viking like this? I'm just Sookie Stackhouse, telepathic barmaid. The way he looked at me, so desperate with wanting, I just couldn't help myself. I was lost. I forgot why I stopped kissing him in the first place.
We stood there for a few minutes. He finally let out a sigh and moved away from me. His eyes never lost contact with mine. He motioned for me to sit on the black leather loveseat in his office as he went back to sit at his desk. He was quiet for too long, just staring at me, so I repeated myself, "Eric, why shouldn't I trust Bill?"
I'll never forget his response as long as I live, "Sookie, I can't hurt you like this, you don't deserve it. You have to ask Bill yourself." He, Mr. Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area 5, didn't want to hurt me. I was in no mood to be toyed with.
"Eric, I can handle it, please, just tell me," I begged. He just stared at me with those deep oceanic blue eyes.
Suddenly Eric's office door was thrown open by none other than Bill. Speak of the devil; it was as if he knew we were talking about him. He was shocked to see me sitting on the sofa, my clothing and hair disheveled and reeking of everything Eric.
All he could say was, "Sookie, why are you here? What has Eric done to you?" It was at that moment that I lost my temper.
"Bill, Eric did nothing to me! I came here freely to find out…" I paused. Was I really going to do this, to admit as to why I really came to see Eric? Yes, I was. I started again, "I came here to find out why I shouldn't trust you."
Bill looked to Eric and then back to me. He was frozen. I immediately started to cry. Something was amiss and I was scared to death. Bill joined me on the sofa and reached for my hand. I couldn't look up; I was ashamed to cry in front of them.
Eric, who had remained quiet this entire time, looked to Bill and said, "Well, are you going to tell Sookie the truth, or should I?" My head was spinning. I was no longer sure if I really wanted the truth or not.
Bill turned to face me. He took both of my hands in his and looked deep into my eyes. I started to panic. "Bill, please, just tell me, please." I suddenly felt really sick. Bill was acting strange and Eric was burning a hole into Bill with his eyes.
Bill blurted out, very quickly, "Sookie, I was sent to Bon Temps to procure you for the Queen of Louisiana."
I jerked my hands away from him and jumped up from the sofa, running for the door. I had to get out. With vampire speed, Eric stopped me from opening the door. I ran right into his big, broad chest.
He grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face Bill, and said, "Bill, tell her the rest."
Bill stammered, but finally said, "Sookie, I love you, I want you to know that. I fell in love with you. I didn't know who you were or what you were when the Queen asked me to procure you."
I had a sick feeling that this was about to get a lot worse. I felt my knees go weak, but Eric was right there to catch me. He held tightly onto my waist and then I heard him growl at Bill. He had apparently had enough of the sentiments and lies.
The next sentence out of Eric's mouth was like a knife in my heart, "Bill, tell her that you allowed that couple to beat her within an inch of her life, so that you could give her your blood the night you met!"
That was it for me; I tore my arms from Eric, and ran towards Bill with tears streaming down my face, "You forced me to fall in love with you!" I screamed as I beat my hands into his chest with all my might, "Our entire relationship is based on lies!"
My heart broke into a million pieces; I was hot, sweaty, and covered from head to toe in goose bumps. That was the last thing I remembered.