Author's Notes: Yes, I know I am also working on the story A Delicate Past, but since I seemed to have a road block in deciding which direction to go to in the story I decided to try and right a quick on-shot to keep you all entertained until the next chapter is finished. Enjoy, and review, if many like it I shall surely continue. Thank you all once again for your support and comments, they are always appreciated.

TAINTED LOVE

My life has become one of frailties and moral complications, it is as if God has placed a cage of deception around me, keeping me trapped from the unbreakable truth that is right before my eyes. No, I lie even now, the truth is something that is apparent, the truth is something that is so obvious it keeps me up at night with its infidelities and injustice; the truth is a man, and that man is Eric Northman. Everything about him exudes an arrogant disdain for the world that I loath beyond comprehension. I hate this man, in that very cruel way that I actually have learned to care for him, hate him. Yet, here I am, locked in my house as if the night itself is the very soul I am so desperately wishing to hide from. It's pathetic really, even Bill can't help me now.

Ah Bill, his naive trust in me keeps him from seeing the reality of the situation, and yet it kills me to watch his faith slip away with every interaction...I am but a lamb for the slaughter, a lamb awaiting its fate...if only it would just come...

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KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Who is it?"

"Sookie open the door, it is imperative that I speak to you." Damn woman, always with her questions.

"Go away Eric, I have already told you, I want nothing to do with you! I am done working for vampires, I work for myself now, thank you very much."

"Is Bill not there to save you? Is that why you won't let me in? Naive woman, don't you know that I am only being courteous by asking for your permission? I can easily rip you out of this house if I so wished it. Now open this door!"

She obeyed. As the door opened her hair wrestled with the wind like a ribbon of gold mustering to float away. The aroma of it was enough to have me practically on my knees begging to take just a piece of her for myself.

"You may not come in, I recede your invitation to my house, so whatever you have to say to me you may say it from the comforts of the wilderness for all I care but I want you off my porch, Eric Northman." Ingenious, I was like a homeless cur as I stood paramount in watching her, observing every vital move she made. If I could breath I was sure that I would have been holding whatever air there was.

"Your temper is really unbecoming of you, now please I need you..." Her face softened with puzzlement. "...to do me a favor. You do owe me for the fine job that was done to your driveway." With a huff in defeat she allowed me entrance to her home. The moment I stepped over the threshold I felt a spark of excitement trail up my spine and into the tips of my fangs. I wanted to taste her, fuck her, turn her...mmm what a lovely addition she would make to the vampire world. She was perfect in every way.

"What do you need me to do?" She pressed towards the kitchen, I, blindly following before bending to enter the human eating area. "True Blood?"

"I rather starve thank you, besides I opted to have a rather large meal before coming here, but I won't waste another moment of your time. I have to go undercover to Dallas, and I need a female to accompany me. I was wondering if you would do me the honor of being mine for an evening or two. I will pay for all your expenses. All I need from you Sookie, is your undying cooperation and that very useful power you have." She remained quite still at the opposite side of the room, her body functioning to cower away from me.

"If you need a woman by your side, why not ask Pam?" She snouted. "I'm sure she will be more then willing to help." Every step I made she was sure to counter it with one of her own, she was certain on keeping a distance between us, and honestly who was I to blame her?!

"Pam needs to take care of the bar while I am away, she is the only one I would ever trust Fangtasia to, I need her to stay in Louisiana. Please, Sookie, I am asking you as a friend and business partner...I will be in your debt." With a smug look upon her face she kindly agreed, her body swooning away all the previous nervousness to now a more endearing self.

"Fine, I'll do it, but not without some requests of my own. Whatever we are doing it will involve us sleeping in separate rooms first off..." Ha!

"I can't do that." I stated flatly. "We are supposed to be perceiving ourselves as a couple my dear, how can we ever pull that off if I allow you your own quarters?"

"How can anyone believe us, when I barely stand the sight of you to begin with?" My fist churned into a ball that stood shakingly at my side, now that was just cheeky.

"You were always a bad liar Sookie." My voice purred as I maneuvered myself in front of her, blocking her escape to the living room. "I can feel you right now, your arousal...the smell of it alone is mouthwatering. Tell me, will Bill be joining us this evening, or am I going to have you all to myself?" Her skin was like porcelain to my touch. My fingertips working the outline of her cheek all the way down to her lips.

"Bill will know if I'm in danger..." She watched like the helpless prey that wished kindly for her death.

"You're absolutely right, but do you feel like you're in danger with me?" Such a little thing really, a kiss ... most people don't give it a moment's consideration. They kiss on meeting, they kiss on parting, I have kissed many and yet never felt the anticipation I did now to feel that bit of flesh upon my own. Yes Eric Northman, though I would never admit it aloud, had found his addiction, the one thing he couldn't live without...

"Yes." She answered as I feasted on her skin, my lips tainting every bit of her that I could muster in devouring. I probed her mouth with my tongue as if it was to be the last moment of my vampire life, and by Lucifer she tasted like Heaven. I was so lost that I had barely any coherence of what the rest of my body rushed to do, I was too focused on having her taste wrapped in my mind forever. But from that moment came the deadly silence that followed.

Silence - the unsettling, haunting banter of annihilation. How does one describe silence? Precisely how does silence sound? How could you ever even begin to describe it accurately? Is it a dull roar of emptiness, or a mythic veil, muffling the ears from the very essence of sound itself?

Is it comforting, or terrifying? Is it inherently human, or the most inhuman thing that could come to mind? Is it the very nature of death...? Or rather, is it perversely, disturbingly, alive- a bloodthirsty demon that drinks the life from the ears and leaves only a cold void as a tombstone of what once was? Silence is time that passes, even when it appears unfeasible; even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Silence was the epitome of my existence.

"Eric..." I wished for no rejection, no thought of guilt, so in turn I tasted her fruitful lips once more. My body molding to pull her light weight around my waist and against the ill papered walls. She was mine no matter who else disagreed. Her pulsing heart was like music to my ears, a sound that matched her heavy breathing and swollen lips.

"Do you wish it was his taste in your mouth?" My hand took to the crook of her neck, the other ripping away the binds of clothing on her chest. I would start their, from the base of her neck all the way down to her mountainous peeks above. I nipped and suckled only to have her pushing my path further to her liking and cooing for more. "Is it his hands you want all over you?"

"No." She soothed, her hands reaching to grab a lock of my hair. She pulled it back purposefully so that my eyes could see her own. "Tonight, I want you."

'Then tonight, that is exactly what you shall have." In a hot fever I pulled up her skirt and drove myself inside her tight, aching, wetness.

The heat spread through her body as if the room had caught on fire, her luscious curls bouncing with every thrust I made. The feline was in such a heat that she tried frivolously to peal my clothes right off of me but I denied such a claim. She will only get as much as I was willing to give her. "Ah, don't be a naughty girl now or I will have to punish you."

"Then punish me! But take off your shirt, I want to see you, I want to feel you." I teased her entrance before plummeting back inside of her warmness, my cock now dripping with her juices as my body consumed hers with every blow.

"Touch whatever you want...feel me Sookie, look at me." Her eyes had remained closed in her requests but I would not let them stay that way. Faster, harder, I dove into a land of euphoria, a land where we both were journeying to. "Look at me, lover." My fangs had breached and without another thought descended to the nape of her neck, puncturing the precious skin to get my fill. She screamed, and it was then with a lock of her hands behind my head did she do as I requested, her eyes flashing wide as she pressed our foreheads to match each others. She opened her mouth to speak and I devoured it with my bloody own, letting her taste her own sweet blood in the process. I wanted no words, all I wanted was the feel of both of our dripping bodies to cum together as I felt the vibration of her moans in my mouth.

In our hangover of bliss I placed her down on her feet, my arm being used to support her as her breathing still labored. Her body glowed with an intoxicating color that made me proud, and yet her eyes were what distracted me the most. No longer was there the hate for me inside them, the untrusting look she used to pass me every time I spoke. Now all I saw was the blur of a happy woman that was lost in transitioning back to reality. "That was...you were...I guess all those women were right to try you out." She beamed as her foot popped to the tip of her toe leaving her able to bite my bottom lip. "Let's do it again."

"Yes." An all too familiar voice said from behind. "Lets." It was then that my mouth arched in a calming smirk that supported my new found need to protect her naked body from this so called intruder.

"Bill." I began, my hand drifting to wash away the remnants of my meal. "I believe she was talking to me."

Fin.

(Maybe) :D