Okies so Heya! This is set after Dead to the World, but Eric remembers everything, though he tries extremely hard not to let Sookie know. As her annoyance at Bill grows, Sookie finds herself spending more time with Eric and really loving him now that he's himself again. But Eric wants more than just stolen kisses and secret caresses. He wants what they had when he was spelled, he loves her and he will stop at nothing to show her how much.
I liked Bill but I absolutely adore Eric, hate Quinn. She so needs to be with our Viking Vamp!! Enjoy!!
I sighed as another clammy hand slid up my thigh from behind and lightly tapped my ass. The thoughts projecting from this particular customer were lewd and far worse than the previous four who'd done the exact same thing.
Throwing a disgusted look at the old man, I stalked off to collect empty glasses from a table far away from him.
Sam raised an eyebrow at me as I passed and projected, want me to beat him up?
I laughed softly but shook my head, allowing the image to satisfy my need for revenge. Sam shrugged and went back to filling drink orders and I allowed my mind to wander, steering clear of the old creep and just relaxing my guard, filtering for interesting gossip.
I don't usually use my 'gift' to eavesdrop, but it had been busy all day and the effort of holding my guard's in place whilst people moaned and grumbled and perved was now starting to take affect on my mental health.
My head ached, throbbed, banged and I'd taken my daily aspirin maximum, almost to the overdose point, so what I really needed to do was relax. Breathe. You don't realise just how conceited and dull people are until you spend time in their heads. It was basically all the same stuff.
Money, sex, power, hate.
Sam called my name and I turned to collect the basket of fries for one of my tables, but I walked smack dab into a hard muscular chest. Grunting slightly as my nose collided and bent, strong hands gripped my shoulders to steady me and then pulled me up to a pair of lips so soft, so strong and so familiar that I immediately melted into the kiss. I was rewarded with a deep groan and the tightening of muscular arms around my waist. The rich, earthy, caramel coffee scent wrapped itself around me as I deepened the kiss.
Eric.
Blond haired, blue eyed, Viking warrior head honcho of the vamps in Shreveport. And a guy I was falling in love with. Memory back, he still seemed to think that this was allowed. And by God it was. I had missed him so much and I was only brought back to myself by the constant shouting of my name by Sam.
Eric pulled back and smiled down at me then turned me to the bar and nudged me in the direction of the basket of fries. I was only vaguely aware of my movements, still caught up in the power of Eric's kiss.
I dropped the fries off, shook my head and focussed more steadily on the vampire sheriff now sat at the bar talking to my shapeshifter boss.
I heard one thought that was projected way louder than any other and I reacted instinctively.
Vampire whore, wonder if she'll survive without her Satan spawn lover. She lowered her standards that far, she can't complain when I take her.
The man was sat at a table directly behind Eric and before I could shout out, I'd positioned myself in the way. I looked down at the stake protruding from my sternum, having embedded – Word of the Day –itself in the bone, and started to giggle. This was the second time I'd been staked and it was just damn amusing that it seemed to be the human getting staked all the time.
Eric was on the man before the human was even aware that he'd staked the wrong person, dragging him outside and finishing him off pretty gruesomely from the sounds of things. The bar inhabitants fled screaming at the sight of me with a stake in my chest and finally the pain set in. I screamed until my voice was hoarse and crumpled to the floor, Sam stopping me from whacking my head on the bar corner and cradling me close.
But I didn't want Sam holding me, I wanted Eric. I blacked out after realising with dread that I could hear my heart beat getting slower and slower.
My last thoughts were that I didn't want to die, not now that I'd found Eric.