It was the horrific stench of blood that caught Sookie's attention. It was strong, empowering, almost intoxicating. It made her rise from her bed, and she went to investigate. She could taste it on the tip of her tongue, a metallic taste. It was making her physically sick.
As she moved closer to the stench, her nausea got stronger; her guts were tightening, her stomach acid churning, her gag reflex kicking in. she carefully walked down the cast iron, bespoke spiral staircase, breathing heavily.
A loud thud came from the kitchen, making Sookie scream out in terror. She clamped her hands over her mouth, and stood extremely still. Her short white negligee stuck to her skin, to every curve of her perfect body. Her blonde hair was matted from her sleep. Evening sunlight seeped through the Italian curtains.
Sookie didn't move from where she was standing. The cold metal made her feet hurt a little.
She was listening, not with her ears, with her head. She heard nothing. It was quiet, dead. Scared, but feeling brave, Sookie slowly, silently, made her way towards the kitchen. She ran her fingertips along the wall, so she knew where she was walking; she swerved around a large antique vase, and practically dived into the kitchen.
"What the hell are…?" Sookie stopped, and her mouth dropped. The tall, heavily built blonde vampire smiled awkwardly at her. Sookie looked behind the vampire, at the dining table. It was piled high with crates of TruBlood. She didn't know what to say. Should she be happy or angry? She wasn't quite sure.
She looked at the vampire, then back at the table, and returned to look at the vampire.
He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
"Where do you plan on keeping these?" Sookie asked, crossing her arms against her chest.
"Erm…I didn't think of that…." The vampire whispered.
Sookie shook her head, looking at the floor. She realised her negligee had ridden up to the very tops of her perfectly shaped thighs. As she went to adjust it, the vampire stopped her.
"Leave it," he growled into her ear, in his deep, husky voice,"Please."
She couldn't say no to his pleading, but she pushed him away slightly.
"Where is the stench of blood coming from?" Sookie asked her vampire.
He looked out of the backdoor, towards the battered pickup truck. A dead deer was laid in the back. Blood was oozing out of its wounds. She knew that he'd killed it humanly; his shot gun was slung over his broad shoulders.
"If you smelt it so strongly from upstairs, you've had too much V." the vampire said, with a sweet little smile on his face. He didn't want her to stop taking it from him, but he knew it was playing havoc with her senses.
"Are you taking it to the barn?" she asked with her hand on his bicep. He nodded but didn't move.
He leant so his mouth was close to her ear; his breath tickled her but aroused her all the same.
"I'll be quick, my wife." He sucked on her earlobe and then he was gone.
Sookie sighed in disappointment, she pulled herself together.
"God damn it Erik." She stamped her foot on the floor.
While Erik was cleaning up the mess he created, she began putting the crates of TruBlood into one of the many closets that they owned. Even though she was human, Sookie still managed to finish her job before Erik. She looked at the clock that was above the back door. It was seven o'clock. Her belly growled at the thought of it being late. Her body still hadn't adjusted to the idea of sleeping during the day, and living during the night.
She went upstairs and slipped in a black fitted shift dress, and brushed her hair. She spent ten minutes painting her fingernails and toenails a deep red colour, before venturing back downstairs.
She began frying four sausages along with some bacon. Nothing would ever stop Sookie from eating the food her gran fed her. Just as she began serving her breakfast, Erik came in. he was bare from the waist up, he looked hot and frustrated.
"Dressed for fangtasia I see." Erik smiled, lovingly.
Sookie nodded, as her mouth full of bacon.
Erik looked at the clock just as Sookie had done.
"We have an hour and half…." He said in a suggestive voice. Sookie swallowed hard, looking at the rest of her breakfast. She pushed it aside.
Erik quickly unzipped her from her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it; Erik admired her naked body, licking his lips. He inspected the bite mark in the crook of her neck made by Bill Compton.
A low growl escaped his lips. Possessively, his hand quickly, but also carefully, shot up between her legs. His palm pressing against her core, he worked her clit with his thumb.
"Stop…" she whispered.
Afraid that he had hurt her, he stopped and stepped back from her.
A smug grin appeared on her face, and she ran, she ran up the stairs, towards their bedroom. Erik let her have a head start, before he bolted after her.
He caught her, and pushed her down onto the bed.
"Bad girl!" he growled playfully, pinning her hands above her head.
"Bad girls need punishing." Sookie practically begged, looking at the silver handcuffs that were resting on the bedside table.
Erik loved how Sookie was up for anything. She'd do anything to please him. Without a single word, he handcuffed her to the bed frame. He sat between her legs, looking at her with pure desire.
"You still have your jeans on." Sookie stated. Erik realised that this was true.
He rose from the bed, and removed his jeans and his tight boxer shorts, revealing what Sookie had seen a million or more times before, but she still gasped. He returned to his spot on the bed, and Sookie was happy enough to let him just sit and look at her. His hands crept up her thighs; he placed his palms at the bottom of her pelvis bone, covering even more puncture scars made by her ex lover.
He slowly rose, and thrust his pelvis against hers, making her moan out in pleasure. As she rocked her hips to the pace of his, Erik growled. He began to grow frustrated with the situation.
He loved seeing her handcuffed to the bed, he loved to punish her, but what he loved the most, was when she dug her nails into his skin, when she buried her face in his shoulder, when she bite him when she was about to come, he loved her touch, it was a reassurance. He slowed down and steadied himself.
"What's wrong?" Sookie asked, in a whisper.
Erik didn't answer her; he just undid the handcuffs and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I need you to touch me," he whispered in her ear as he lovingly kissed her throat. He wasn't going to take from her today. He had decided.
Suddenly, something sharp dug into his left butt cheek, it took him several seconds to realise that it was Sookie's nails as she pulled him closer to her. He pulled out of her, and she almost screamed at him, but she stopped when she realised where he was going.
His head went down slowly and he pressed his cold tongue against her clit, she pushed her hips closer to him. She tasted so good, and he wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling her closer. He wasn't going anywhere, not yet anyway. She pulled at the bed sheets, as she was about to come. Erik, in one swift movement, moved so that he was inside her again, his hips grinding against hers. She took one of his nipples into her mouth and she bit gently, sucking. He groaned, and held her head in place. She bit hard enough to draw blood, and she lapped up as much as she could.
They both came at the same time, breathless and happy.
Erik slid off her, and kissed her thoroughly.
He disappeared to obtain her dress, and returned to find her still in the position he'd left her in.
"Thank you," she mouthed, too weak to talk.
He nodded and then proceeded to get dressed. He decided on a black shirt and a grey suit jacket with matching trousers. Sookie watched him get dressed.
"Will you get my grey dress from the closet?" She said, regaining the strength Erik drained from her.
Erik turned around to look at Sookie, before retrieving her grey chiffon dress.
She slowly got up off the bed, and went to the chest of drawers. She took a matching set of grey underwear from the drawer and put them on. Erik helped her into her dress.
"You look amazing," he whispered sweetly, as she brushed her hair for a second time.
Running short on time, Erik picked Sookie up, and carried her to the car. She laughed; Erik was so…..she didn't even know the word. It was a ten minutes drive to Fangtasia from Erik and Sookie's secluded house.
As they pulled into the parking lot, there was already a queue of people waiting to be let in.
Erik and Sookie went in via the entrance at the rear, to be greeted by a very pissed off Pam.
Her fangs were withdrawn and she looked angry.
"You're half an hour fucking late." She growled at Erik.
Erik just ignored her, and took his seat.
Pam brushed past Sookie.
"Mmm…You smell like sex…have fun did we?" Pam whispered in Sookie's ear, as she pushed her against a wall, a hand trailing down the front of Sookie's dress, under the hem, and her finger pressed against Sookie's soft spot…
"Pam!" Erik shouted across the room, and then he said something in a language Sookie didn't understand.
Vampires, and people called 'fang-bangers' entered Fangtasia, and Erik marvelled in all his glory, in what he'd created. He sighed in enjoyment, and watched as Pam took Sookie into a side room. As he rose to follow them, Bill Compton entered Fangtasia, with a human girl on his arm. It gave Erik a sense of déjà vu.
The last time Bill Compton came to Fangtasia; it was Sookie who was on his arm, not some brunette, skinny thing.
Erik approached Bill, and Bill nodded in recognition, the brunette human clung onto Bill's arm, she was petrified of Erik.
"Go to the bar," Erik whispered calmly to the human. She did as Erik said.
Erik led Bill to a table in a corner of Fangtasia.
"What's wrong, Erik? Do you need my help?" Bill looked around, obviously searching for Sookie.
"No, I do not need your fucking help! You worthless piece of shit!" Erik growled angrily.