Eric's Ghosts
Chapter One
Malcolm Moore stood in front of the marble gate, panting and wounded. Blood flowed freely from a deep cut in his shoulder where one of the vampire guards had caught him with a sword. It didn't matter now, his pain was not significant. Stepping over the dead vampire guards at his feet Malcolm pressed his hand to the latch and spoke the latin enchantment he had been forced to memorize.
There was smell like the latrines of hell as the prisoners behind the gate came out to greet their accomplice.
Alone on the porch of a colonial mansion, Sookie Stackhouse watched the pale sunlight as it crept over the trees, sweeping away the night. The seat beside her was still warm where her lover Eric Northman had been only moments before. She snuggled into the blanket they had shared, knowing that this would probably be as close as she would ever get to sharing the sunrise with her vampire.
Sookie was a traditional girl next door kind of beautiful. She had grown her naturally blonde hair longer during the month or so since she had left the hospital, because Eric had told her he liked the way it framed her face. When she smiled she would light up the room, or the heart of the mean old vampire sheriff who had forsaken all others for her. At one time she had been unsure of her feelings for the viking, but now she knew she loved him as he loved her. Sookie was happy, fate had been good to her when it had given her a thousand year old vampire.
For a while during her recovery she had quizzed him, she wanted to know everything that he did about the Nephilim. But through time they had stopped dwelling on the recent past, started planing a future. Sookie wanted to see the places he had seen, feel the things that he had felt. She knew her man had a world of experience that she could only imagine, and she wanted her own life to be as rich as his. She had met his first true love, Nula, and could only hope that one day the love she and Eric had would match the passion they had shared so long ago.
Passion was something there was no shortage of. Eric was a skilled lover, engaging her emotionally while challenging her physically. He could kiss her to make her heart melt, he could touch her to make her nerves tingle, he could growl to make her socks pop off. Smiling, nursing the cooling coffee cup she thought about the night they had just shared, out here under the stars. Parts of her hurt with a delicious throbbing pain, but she would be ready for him again tonight when he awoke.
Sookie hoped it would always be this way.
When the sun was fully up she got up with a sigh, went inside. After a shower she would walk to town to shop for groceries, maybe have another look in the new clothes shop. Over the last few weeks Sookie had become their best customer for underwear, had shared an embarrassed laugh with the owner when she admitted that she rarely got to wash anything because of Eric. Even now he could never wait for her to take the pretty stuff off.
Town was quiet this morning. Sookie had passed very few cars on the road in, and even fewer people. The good folk would be at work, the bad folk would be sleeping, she thought. Lost in her own little world she completed her chores, before indulging her craving for ice cream. After a while she made her journey home, climbed into bed and slept the rest of the day away. When she woke tonight it would be dark, and he would be here waiting for her. There was a peaceful smile on her pretty face as she drifted off to sleep.
Her feet were cold and wet on tarmac. She knew this was a dream, there had been no rain for weeks, and the buildings around her were strange. This was not a place she had been before. It was dark, and the street was deserted.
Sookie felt fear. Someone was looking for her, chasing her. She knew she needed to run but she couldn't decide which way to turn. She was frightened to look behind her in case she saw them. With no idea who they might be Sookie started to run. All the while she screamed for Eric, but he never came.
"I'm here," he soothed her brow, waking her from the nightmare.
Opening her eyes, still confused as she was pulled from the dream, she saw him looking down at her. Eric's handsome face was creased with worry.
"You dreamed?" he asked.
"Someone was chasing me, in a city. It was raining and my feet were bare. I called you but you didn't come," she blurted out.
"But I did, I'm here," he told her, holding her sweat soaked body firmly to him.
His strong presence swept away her fear. Sookie held tight to the magnificent example of man flesh that was Eric Northman. Finally she had to let go.
"I need to shower," she told him.
"Need a hand?" he asked.
"No, my love, I need to wash," she laughed.
When she returned Eric was waiting for her on the bed, his tall muscular body was naked, and she suspected lightly oiled to make it look like that. One problem Eric did not have was modesty. Her eyes took in the strong broad shoulders, the pronounced chest muscles and ripped abs. Then settled on the glorious plenty, awake and waiting for her.
"Is that for me?" she teased as she crossed the space from door to bed, and sat beside him on the quilt.
Eric aroused was still a breathtaking sight, no matter how often she saw it. He was just, well incredible Sookie thought as she tried to take her eyes away from it. It was a chore to look back to her lover's face, especially when she knew he would be wearing that smug smile.
She moved to stand beside him, leaning over him she pressed her hands against his chest as her lips sought his. Her man could kiss, Sookie felt his hunger as he sought her lips and her tongue while his hand ran up her thigh to caress her through he cotton panties. Against the silk nightie her breasts swung over his chest. Eric reached up with his other hand to cup the firm flesh with his other hand, working the silk against the straining nipple beneath.
Sookie felt her underwear give as Eric tore it out of the way, his fingers starting at the back of her entrance, moving forward along he swollen flesh, before delving into her moist opening. As his fingers moved in and out of her she bucked and twisted, riding his hand while he squeezed her nipple with his other hand. Her mouth still pressed against his she lifted her leg up over him to straddle him. With his arousal pressed against her ass she leaned over him, her breasts swung forward over his face. He sought her nipple with his mouth, teasing her against the silk, while below her his other hand had found her nerve center. His incredibly soft touch sent gently increasing waves of pleasure through her as he brought her to her first climax. Sookie moaned as Eric chewed her lip, before writhing back on him. For a moment she held herself above his bulging head before descending slowly onto him, feeling her insides stretch as she tried to take him all.
Slowly she started to move on him, grinding against him as she worked herself up and down on him. He had both breasts in his hands, squeezing the nipples, sending a wave of pleasure to her nerve center as she rode on top of him. Below her Eric's hips were moving slowly, pushing against her as moved on him. Their pace increased as both felt the pressure growing, until they were fucking frantically towards climax. When it came it took Sookie's breath away, left her flushed and trembling as she draped herself over Eric, still clenching him tightly inside her. He licked her blood from his lips and leaned back into the bed.
Some time after midnight they arrived at the club. Not too many of their regulars had ventured out tonight, and the staff looked thoroughly bored. Pam was waiting for Eric at the front door.
"There's a stranger inside, wants to see you," she told him.
"Name?" he asked.
"Probably, but he didn't confide," Pam said.
Over at the bar Eric saw the visitor, a tall well built man in what must be a bespoke suit. On his feet were cowboy boots. Eric thought he liked the visitor already.
"Eric!" the man called as he turned and saw the big viking in the doorway.
"And you are?" Eric asked as he approached.
The visitor was a swarthy skinned man, incredibly good looking, with long black hair. Eric could see he was a vampire, but he was sure he had never met this man before.
"Victor Williams," he introduced himself in a clipped English accent.
"Eric Northman, but you knew that. What can I do for you?" Eric wanted to know.
"We need to talk,my friend, somewhere private," he was told.
Back in the office with the door shut Victor eyed Sookie over once before he began to tell Eric the reason for his visit
"I bear a message from my master in London, Eric. We would really like your help with a problem we've been having," he said.
"What kind of problem? If it's Nephilim they're gone, we dealt with them when they got here," Eric informed him.
"It kind of has to do with them. We need to find out who the secret society that killed our guards and helped let them out are," Victor said.
"Surely you can deal with that yourselves, why do you need me?" Eric wanted to know.
"Because they opened all of our other prisons too!"