This is obviously a sequel to Hunters & Preys S01-S02


It's also rated M for strong language, violence (torture), and more graphic sex scenes.

I think it's a bit darker than the previous one.


Previously on S01-S02: Jill Kay was raised a vampire hunter. She's been fed vampire blood as an infant, and trained to kill them since she can walk. But, after a traumatizing incident as a teenager, she decided to quit. She's been living on her own ever since, working at Merlotte's and going through med school, so she can become a doctor and leave her past behind. However, everything changes when she meets Eric. The hatred between hunters and vampires should have made them enemy. However, the Great Revelation and her persuasion convince him she is not a threat. And since he finds her exciting, he decides to amuse himself at her expense, instead of killing her.

Though, when his maker goes missing, her hunters abilities of sensing vampires' past can come in handy. Little does he know that she'll end up saving his life and accompany his maker during his last moments. When they go back to Bon Temps - and have to save the town from a maenad -, he realizes that he's no longer playing. Somewhere along the way, he may have come to like her, just as she may have come to like him. Their first time together even (almost) made him forget about sunrise, and he's compelled to go to ground nearby for the day.


SEASON THREE

Episode 301: One Too Many

The next day, as dusk finishes to settle, I'm waiting for him, sitting on a gravestone, still in my Merlotte's uniform, and holding a bottle of Tru Blood. I slept through most of the day, until Sam called to check up on me. He was opening the bar, so people would have somewhere to gather, and support each other. Sookie was still at Fangtasia, waiting for Bill to wake up, though he should be alright. So, I went to help, as I was in the brightest of mood. Until I realized this wasn't appropriate, with all that had happened. Sam was giving me an odd look, when I told him I had to leave at sunset.

"- What is going on with you? Everyone is traumatized, but you seem to be glowing!

- If I told you, you'd judge me."

I wanted to be serious, but it still came out playful.

"- Try me.

- Nothing! I just want to meet Eric tonight."

His eyes darkened immediately, and I knew I had been right.

"- He saved your life – I stressed, to make him shut up.

- And you're thanking him for me, I guess."

I stopped laughing as he pissed me off.

"- If you want to call me a slut, Sam, at least do it to my face.

- I don't. I'm just worried, is all."

He seemed genuinely concerned. But then, turning back at the last minute, he had to add:

"- You know, Jill, I always thought you were a little too young for me, but since you're going for a hundred or something year-old guy, I may have been wrong.

- A thousand. And you're not too old for me, Sam, you're just too stupid."

Fuck him. Ungrateful little bitch. Now, I left and came to the cemetery too soon, so my mind had time to spin round and round about what had happened. And by the time dusk does settle down, I'm wondering if I really should be there. I now fully expect Eric to come out already bored of me and irritated by my presence. Though I won't blench away. I know perfectly where I stand in all this. And, if he doesn't like it, so be it.


He came out of the ground with even more hunger than when he had gone in. He shook the earth off his shoulders, letting the blanket he had wrapped around his naked self fall to the ground. He had spotted her immediately. She had stood up too, and walked seductively toward him, holding the red bottle out to him. He discarded it bluntly, as he grabbed her and pressed her roughly against a tree with his bare body. His fangs were out, itching to taste her again. And he brushed away her hair, to gain access to her neck. She put her fingers on his lips before he could sink in.

"No, stop. That was a one-time offer."

He snarled in frustration. Every instinct was telling him do whatever the fuck he wanted. She couldn't stop him. She wasn't even wearing her dagger and chain.

Though, he still stopped. He used to tell himself that he was only putting it off. However, after last night, he knew he was fooling only himself. Even if he had spent so little time with her – compared to centuries year-old companions –, he still felt like she knew him better than anyone. She had sensed who he had been at his core. And she was still there. She knew too much about him and yet so little. She didn't even try to struggle. When he caught a glimpse of her eyes, he saw no fear, only determination.

She put a warm hand tenderly on his cheek, as she pulled up his face and kissed his fangs lightly. It had the immediate effect of making him hard. While one of his hands was maintaining her in place at his height, the other one lunged on her bare thigh. It went up her little skirt and pushed her panties on the side, without delay this time. He felt her get wet as his fingers played around, before finding their way in. When he heard her moan in his ear, he didn't waste any more time. He removed his hand to enter her in one swift motion. She whimpered in surprise, maybe even pain, but he didn't stop. She gasped and clasped her hands on his shoulders, though she never told him to slow down. Her back was scraping against the bark of the trunk behind her, while she bit her own lip and locked her ankles over his butt. He was pounding inside her, up and down, in and out, fast and strong.

He felt like he was ready to let go, but kept it in as he felt her walls tense. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face buried in his shoulder, not letting him see, but he knew she was close too. Suddenly, she bit his skin ferociously, without breaking it. Her whole body shook without letting out a noise, though he knew she was done. So, he unleashed the last of his savagery in a few last thrusts and fiercely growled.


His roar is resonating in my head and the world is spinning. Time stops for a moment, where I try to catch my breath and wince, as it hurts everywhere. It had been brutal. But, somehow, I understand where it comes from. He had to release the hate we should feel toward each other but don't. I also ought to, though it will come out some other way. And he is still expert enough so that I strangely enjoyed all of it. This is him, as much as it was him last night. Can't have one without the other. I don't want one without the other.

He lets me down on my feet softly, and I already know his sudden tenderness is the only way he'll say sorry. I don't care; I'm not. I let out a laugh when I can't even walk straight. He chuckles too, and I know we're okay.

"- I got dirt in my mouth, – I spit.

- You got dirt everywhere," he answers with a suggestive tone and a raised eyebrow.

"- What the fuck?

- Jason?"

I straighten my skirt as fast as I can, while Eric turns quickly, in all his naked glory, to snarl at the guy.

"Eric! Stop!"

I run to the blanket so he can cover himself. Jason has taken a step back, but doesn't seem to leave.

"- Jill, you're alright?

- Yes, I'm okay, can you l-

- In a cemetery, Jill? What the fuck? My grandma's buried here!"

I have nothing to say in my defense, so I only push at Eric's chest to make him turn around.

"- And with a vampire? Really?

- Shut up, Jason!"

He needs to shut the hell up before Eric does anything stupid, because the rage I feel in him continues to build up every second. I don't know where it comes from, but all I want is for us to get the fuck out of here. I punch him in the chest and force his eyes back on me.

"Take me home. Please?"

Eric hesitates for a second, then he pushes me aside to walk confidently toward the boy – who's technically older than me, but looks like a little child, next to the tall Viking. I can feel that the tension has soften, but his next words are still dripping with threat.

"- I know who you are, Jason Stackhouse. You may be a little star in this town, but, to us, you're known as a buyer and user of vampire blood.

- Well, see, I don't do that no mo-

- And you're only alive as a courtesy to your sister. So, if I ever see you again, or if you ever get too close to this one, - he points at me.

- Hey! – I try, but nothing I say would matter right now.

- Your pathetic little existence will cease. Have I made myself clear?

- Yeah. Got it.

- Good boy. Run along now."

Jason doesn't wait or look back, as he runs to his truck.

"- That was completely unnecessary…

- And completely none of your business.

- It is my business when you order people to stay away from me! Where did that even come from?"

Is it me or does he look a little uneasy for a second? Then, it clicks. Two days ago, I couldn't remember what I had done and woke up smelling Jason's sweat. I could gag at the thought, and realize Eric must have seen something. Thankfully, it hadn't gone too far. I want to ask what exactly had happened. I'd rather know than let my imagination run wild. However, my common sense tells me it isn't the kind of question Eric would kindly answer. I don't know if he sees my train of thoughts in my eyes, but he cuts me before I could say anything else:

"Never mind. I need a shower, and my clothes."


Her shower was tiny, but he was still able to get in behind her. She laughed in delight as he wrapped his arms around her belly and pressed light kisses behind her ear. She winced, though, when he pulled her back against his front. Her shoulder blades were scorched from the tree's bark.

"- You're bleeding.

- I'll heal… But I'm too sore for a repeat now."

He kissed her shoulder, with his hands cradling her breasts. She had felt him, already getting hard again, against her butt.

"- I could give you some of my blood-

- I'd rather not."

He didn't argue. He had offered before, but in truth, he was still hesitant himself. Though now, he would probably give in if she asked. He was beginning to think he saw in her something akin to what Godric had seen in his second child, Eric's sister: strength, determination, intelligence, and just the right amount of defiance; all wrapped up in the prettiest of figures. He was beginning to adore her.

When he stepped back a bit, to let her wash, he realized the wound on her back had let blood on his chest. It was dripping in the water, and he kneeled behind her, letting his cold tongue run up her spine, gathering it. Then, he licked her wounds and sucked softly, knowing it would soothe them. He saw it worked, when she arched her back and moan. She had to straighten herself with a hand on the wall to let her head fall backward. He stood up behind her, with a hand massaging her ass and another pulling on her hair so he could kiss and nip her throat. Her posture was so voluptuous, he had to exert the most severe restraint on himself, like he was some kind of baby vampire. She didn't help by sliding her fingers in his hair and burying her nose behind his ear.

As he could still taste her spicy blood on his tongue, he was transported with her into a distant snowy night in the pine forest. They were lying on the freezing ground, hidden in a thicket, with two of his brothers. He remembered that night. They were still teenagers, but had been sent by their father to hunt a wolf, and couldn't return without their prey. However, they had snuck some hard liquor, to warm themselves through the night. He recalled talking and laughing in the dark with his siblings, revealing secrets they had never shared. They hadn't caught that wolf at dawn, and earned a harsh beating for it. But it was still a time he remembered fondly.

The memory had long faded when he opened his eyes again. She had raised her head back and was observing his profile, letting him savor the moment. When he looked back at her, she finally turned around to face him. The shower still rained hot on their bodies, and her hand followed a drop down his abs. Sheepishly, she grazed his length with her fingers for the first time. He couldn't look away, and tightened his lips so as not to break the spell. Biting her own, as if she was battling herself, she slowly kneeled in front of him.

She started with light kisses, before darting her tongue. She waited for him to moan before grabbing him in her hand, and taking him slowly in her mouth. He turned off the water, as he wanted to feel only her. She was so warm, he felt like it was burning. He wanted to close his eyes but forced himself to keep them open. He needed to see. He wanted to watch the moment when her shyness would transform into confidence. His hand went to caress her hair, but he let her set the pace entirely. Only with his growls and grunts did he guide her, as he watched her learn by herself with the utmost delight.


I thought it would be gross. I had seen it performed before, when I was barely a teenager and had snuck up on some adults of the covey. I had found it disgusting. I even thought I would never want to do it. How was I so wrong? Not only did I badly wanted to give him that pleasure, it never felt anything close to gross. It felt empowering. Maybe even, for the first time, I felt dominion over him. In his moans, I heard pleadings, as never before. In his grunts, I recognized his abandon. He is always so guarded; in his final release, when I watched him lose control under my grip, I felt victory over him. It is all the more apparent, when I stand up, and he puts a knee down. I slip both my hands in his wet hair to plant a kiss on the top of his head. He buries his nose between my breasts, simply hugging me for what feels like an eternity.

"Why do you always see images of my human life? Can't you see the rest of it too?"

He is buckling his belt, while I fix some food for myself.

"- I don't control it.

- Bullshit."

I want to retort with a scorn, but get distracted by his bare chest and his flat stomach.

"- I guess... I'm afraid of what I would see...

- You think I wasn't as much a scumbag as a human?"

For a second, I think he might get mad and brace myself for another fight, but I still sense him completely relaxed. So I allow myself some defiance:

"- I don't know, did you murder people in back alleys as a human?

- I did, actually. When I invaded cities in the north of France.

- But it was war..."

He turns to me now, and steps closer, dead serious.

"- It wasn't war. I slaughtered, I pillaged, I raped. I wanted their wealth, so I took it. I didn't even need it. While as a vampire, at least, I needed the blood."

I need time to process my own blindness, but he doesn't let me.

"- I've been killing people my whole life. You can't ignore it just because you want to like me.

- Why not? Why won't you let me be in denial?"

I know I sound childish, but I don't care. We both feel like this is one of the most important conversation we've had. I have to be sincere. So, he should understand that, for my part, I'm going to need a little denial. Otherwise, everything I've been taught to believe will definitely come between us.

"- Because that kind of denial doesn't last.

- It only has to last a few months."

I realize we've never talked about this. He only raises his eyebrow, as a silent question, but I can now feel his anger flare up and invade his whole body. My voice is quiet, as calming and neutral as possible.

"- I have to leave this summer. I have an internship in Seattle.

- How long?

- I'm not coming back, Eric."


"- You're mine.

- I chose my own path a long time ago. I got a chance to learn in one of the best teaching hospital-"

His fist fractured the wall, but she did not stop speaking.

"This town was always going to be temporary. I'm sorry."

He calmed down at once and smiled, startling her more than with his outburst.

"- You don't have to leave. I will turn you. As a vampire, you'll-

- No.

- Excuse me?

- I said no."

She had never been so adamant. He was beyond furious.

"- I don't think you understand the privilege it is, to be turned by someone my age.

- I do, but-"

He appeared in front of her faster than she could even sense it. She fell backward against the stove. They stared each other down for a minute, before she conceded:

"- No, you're right, I don't understand. But that's because I don't want you to do that.

- Do you want to grow old? Become weak, senile, and repulsive?"

He was spitting his disgust, not bothering to coat it in polish.

"Yes. I do. I want to do a little good in this world, if I can, and then I want to die."

Understanding sparked into his eyes.

"You do want to die."

She couldn't answer the implication behind his word. She wasn't suicidal. But she also clearly did not wish to live an enjoyable, normal life. She would not marry or have children. She only wanted to do her part, then exit the scene. But she would rather get angry than come to term with this. She pushed him away, without being able to make him move.

"Yes. Eventually. So get that idea out of your head. Plus, who are you kidding, Eric? Face it, if you turned me, I would become like any other fanger. I would lose the only thing that makes me special."

He took a step back, straightening himself to his full height to overshadow her. He wanted to appear contemptuous, but his teeth were gritted so hard his jaw hurt.

"- If I turned you, you would become my child, we would form a bond you can't even begin to fathom-

- What I know is, the only reason you ever looked at me is because I'm a hunter. Well, I was a virgin hunter, but I'm not anymore. So, how long before you get bored, anyway?

- Self-deprecation, is very unbecoming on you.

- Fuck you, Eric. What did you think would come of this, anyway? You thought I would become your eternal slave? Please. Of course I'd rather die."

This time, his fist punched through the wall inches from her face. His fangs had sprung up, and he was dangerously close.

"Be cautious, little girl, this might be one too many defiance."

She didn't lower her eyes. She did not fear him anymore. She stared at him with her chin up, her fist clenched and her lips tight, until he backed away. More glacial than ever, he went to slip his shoes on. When he put on his shirt and his jacket, not bothering to button down, she softly spoke:

"I think you should go, Eric. I'm rescinding my invitation."

He slowly backed away to the door, his gaze lost on her, aching to speak his mind. But in the end, he just sniggered:

"You were a waste of my time.