AFTER DRACULA NIGHT

This story is set after the short story by Charlaine Harris, Dracula Night. In summary, Charlaine's story has Sookie going to a big party at Fangtasia, thrown in honor of Dracula night. Eric is sure that Dracula, the Dark Prince, is going to show up. When someone named Milos impersonates Dracula, and intends to drain Sookie dry, she and Eric take him out by staking him.

CHAPTER 1

After the staking of Milos, the big party at Fangtasia slowed to a crawl…then petered out altogether. The visiting vamps paid their respects to Eric and went on their way. The other supernatural dignitaries that had been invited to this special evening looked as thought they had expected such violence, and left the deadened celebration with a respectful nod of their heads toward Eric. No sense in dissing the Sheriff. They my need a favor someday.

The vampires of area 5 were the last to leave. Once they knew that Eric didn't require their presence, they gladly moved on to more pleasant pursuits. Bill was the last among them to go. He spoke to me first.

"Are you alright?"

I tried to smile. The night had been stressful, and seeing Bill only added to the confusion in my mind. I think I'd forgiven him. I wasn't sure; I didn't know if I still loved him. I just felt that I could never get so close to him ever again. I never wanted my heart to be that vulnerable. And then there was the problem of Eric and our "bond", blood or otherwise. I just wasn't sure about anything.

"I'm fine, Bill. Thanks for asking."

He locked eyes with me for a long moment. I think he was trying to sense how I was really feeling. "Do you want a ride home?"

"No, I have my car, and I needed to talk to Eric about something."

I don't know why I felt the need to explain anything to Bill. He was the one who cheated on me. I know, now, he was honor bound to acquiesce to his maker, Lorena, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Eric slipped his arm around my waist having heard our conversation. I was not sure if I liked the possessive gesture, but it definitely made me feel good. He nodded to Bill, and Bill left with a nod of his own. After only a few minutes, just Pam, Eric and I were left amid the after party mess.

"The staff will clean this in the morning." Pam said. "Do you need me to stick around?" She addressed Eric raising an eyebrow, which I am sure referred to me somehow.

I should have been going, but for some reason, I wanted to make sure Eric was okay. I know, crazy, why would a vampire need my concern? But he had hoped to meet his hero tonight, and instead, been tricked and forced to ruin his party.

Actually, I took some of the blame for that. I had realized Milos was a fake before any of the others had. I had been the one to stake him, well partially, anyway. I only nicked him; Eric pushed the thick wooden splinter through the vampire's chest.

I saw Eric nod at Pam, telling her to take her leave. We all walked back to his office, Eric removed his jacket, and Pam left out the employees' door. I wondered where she would go and what she would do with her six hours of remaining darkness.

I had never seen where Pam lived. I was pretty sure she shared a place with Eric, but despite our history, he had yet to show me his home. I wondered why that didn't bother me as much as it should.

"Would you like to sit down, Sookie?" Eric gestured to the large leather sofa in his office.

He leaned against his desk waiting for whatever reason I was still at the bar. I took a step closer to him. The pull was magnetic.

"Are you okay?" I asked, unable to stop myself from touching his arm. "I mean, things didn't turn out how you planned tonight."

Eric kind of half smiled, but there was no light in his eyes. "I guess I didn't really expect to see the Dark Prince tonight. I just kind of convinced myself that this was our year."

He couldn't hide his disappointment from me. I think he knew that. I rubbed his arm in a gesture of comfort, but he looked down where my hand touched him, and looked back at me with piercing ice blue eyes.

"Why did you really stay, Sookie?" His voice oozed with sensuous emotion.

I felt a little dizzy. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"No." He said as he placed his hand over mine. "You forget; we are connected. Sookie, I know what you're feeling. I know what you want."

I pulled my hand out from under his. "Oh, yeah? You know everything don't you?"

As angry as I was, I knew that he spoke the truth. He knew that I just wanted to be alone with him. He knew I wanted him. He knew how badly I craved him every minute of every day since we had first been together. Because he felt it too.

Eric looked me up and down, languidly, taking in every inch of me, making my blood boil, and my knees weak. "I know you want to fuck me."

I gasped. Normally the use of such a curse word in my presence would anger me, but coming from Eric, with that look on his face, it only made me warm in places that cried out for his touch.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. Eric stood and slowly circled me. I could feel his breath on my neck as he took in my scent. Maybe he was breathing because he knew it made me feel more comfortable, or maybe he was breathing because he wanted to smell me. I didn't know for sure, but his breath tickled my neck, gave me goose bumps all over and overwhelmed me with the hunger I felt for him. He hadn't even touched me yet, and I was burning for him. The familiar tingle between my legs and the moisture that came with it was a dead give away to someone with Eric's heightened senses.

Once he was standing in front of me again, he smiled a knowing smile, leering at me. He was clearly enjoying his tease and was not about to give up his position of power, just yet.

"Take off your dress." He ordered.

I tried to give him a dirty look, but I knew it was a lost cause. I reached behind me and unzipped the pink chiffon party dress that I had so admired when I bought it in Monroe. It slipped down my body and to the floor, leaving me in a black lace bustier and matching black lace panties. Eric seemed to appreciate this outfit.

He smiled. "You planned ahead."

"What? No…why are you saying that?"

"You never wear black lingerie, Sookie. I've seen you in less, don't forget. Women wear black lingerie when they want someone to see it, and the lace, perfection." His voice was smooth and seductive.

I wanted him so badly I ached. I wanted to feel his hands on my skin, his hard body pressed to mine. But I refused to make the first move.

"Now you take off you clothes." I demanded, though my voice was trembling with the tension of my desire.

Eric chuckled, pulled his tie loose and unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. Then he removed it, exposing his hard well muscled arms, tight abs and cut chest muscles. I swallowed a gasp. I'd seen him naked before, but I'd forgotten just how beautiful he was. Eric just looked into my eyes as he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He hadn't bothered with underwear, and there "it" was in all its hard and huge, resplendent glory. This time I did gasp. I didn't remember this accurately. It was much more than I remembered, and I wanted it. It was all I could do not to drop to my knees and take as much of it as I could into my mouth.

Eric could see me staring and he chuckled. "Just give into it, Sookie. Stop thinking so much."

He walked toward me and reached out to undo all the hooks that held my bustier in place. He bent to run his tongue along my breasts that spilled over the top of the garment. My breathing came faster, as he kissed and caressed my skin with his lips and tongue

I could resist no longer and I placed my hands on his biceps feeling them contract and strain as he worked. I ran my hands up and down his powerful arms. My heart was pounding as he removed the bustier and his hands took over the work of the uplifting lingerie. His fingers lingered over my nipples and the moans began to escape my throat.

"Oh, Eric…please!"

I could feel his smile against my chest. He was pleased that I had admitted my need.

"Eric, stop teasing me."

Then he was deadly serious. With one hand he swept all the clutter from his desk. With the other, he ripped my panties from my body. He sat on the edge of the desk and as he moved back, he pulled me on top of him. He held me, straddling his legs, tightly against his steel shaft. He continued his assault on my breasts, sucking and licking, now, letting his fangs gently scrape across my skin.

The electricity coursed through my veins, I grabbed the back of his fine blonde hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. I couldn't help myself as I nibbled and licked the skin of his strong neck. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder and basked in his essence. I wanted to touch every part of him.

"Bite me harder." He panted. "Make me bleed."

So I did, breaking the skin and drawing blood. He moaned in pleasure as I drew on the wound swallowing his potent blood. He could stand the foreplay no longer, and he lifted me onto this member. I rocked up and down as I continued to suck on his throat.

"Oh, Sookie, so good!" He moaned as he was loosing control. He grabbed my hips and rocked me harder up and down onto his shaft.

I could feel that familiar tingling ache as my most sensitive spot made contact with his solid muscled body over and over again. I was trembling and panting now, and I knew it would not be long before I came undone.

Eric was moving me faster so that I barely made any effort at all. That was good because my legs had turned into Jell-O. I gripped his powerful arms as they rocked my body giving me more pleasure than I thought possible.

His lips were plastered to my neck, and I knew that very soon, I would feel the familiar sting of his fangs as they pierced my skin. I wanted it. I yearned for the flow of my blood into him, sealing our connections once again.

My orgasm crashed over me in waves of pure pleasure and I screamed in ecstasy. Then I felt the pain of his bite as exquisite release washed over me.

Eric thrust into me one last time as his lips released my neck, and with a deep, guttural groan, he climaxed inside my pulsing walls.

We collapsed into each other, holding tightly as our breathing and my heart rate returned to normal.

"We should be doing this all the time, Sookie. We were made for each other."

I felt exactly the same way, but I wasn't sure if it was just he afterglow of a sensational orgasm, or our blond bond, or I really felt that way. I didn't speak for a few minutes. Then Eric lifted me with my legs still wrapped around him, and lowered me to the couch. He covered me with a blanket and maneuvered his body, so that he was beside me, wrapping his arms around me in a spooning position.