Great. I thought to myself as I flipped through dimensions only to land in Bon Temps, to be close, but not too close to my newest charge. Backwater hell; fuck me I hate the South. The thought continued but I, at least, was standing in a grave yard so the ambiance fit my mood. I like a flair of drama. I strolled along the graveyard, humming under my breath, my hums turning into the tune of Thriller by MJ. The time was right, close enough at least, being that it was a little after seven, but still I knew there was not going to be Zombies on this night, unfortunately. Still being reminded of the dinner hour, my stomach growled, I could go for a little Southern cooking (the one good thing about the South) but I wouldn't get any going in the direction I was walking in, nor any Southern hospitality ('hospitality' my cute arse, they're all basically a bunch of red-necks) considering I was about to visit a Vampire.
He was apparently planning on meeting a little Faerie tonight, if he went through with his plans, plans that were on order of the child they called a Vampire Queen. I had gotten so sick of that red headed bitch's interfering that I packed up where I was at and decided to put things to right.
I knocked upon the door of some old, dilapidated farm house and swallowed my laughter. This must cut deep after living in Court you worthless Vampire. Generally I adored Vampire's, their list for the three F's is something I can really relate to but this Vampire was a lap dog, generally not worth my valuable time.
The Vampire, William Compton, answered the door. Don't be too surprised I knew who this was, having never met the man in my life, it's my job to know things. You're an ugly fuck aren't you? I thought looking at the sallow Vampire with hideous side burns. "Can I help you Ma'am?" I shuddered internally hearing his Southern twang. And here I thought you couldn't get more repulsive.
I smiled even still, even if the scent of his arousal grossed me out. "Good evening new neighbour " I chirped in a nearly too high of a tone, my valley girl impersonation kinda' pissing me off but it was the role I was playing, just as much as my outfit was a disguise. I was blond tonight, my hair left long and wavy, dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a blue hoodie that matched the dark Sapphire blue of my eyes, left mostly open so he could see my EE Cup breasts clad in black lace. Man or Vampires, as stupid as 'Vampire Bill' (as he will be known by) were easily fooled with a set of nice tits, his problem is, is that he's so fucking self-deluded he wouldn't think he was able to be duped, not when he thinks he has the Queen's protection.
"Good evening." He purred and then went to glamour me; all call this one.
"I'm here on the Louisiana Supernatural welcoming comity." I smiled winningly, speaking before he went through with his plans to glamour me. It wouldn't work but that shit is messed up. I held out the gift basket I made up earlier, having brought it with me when I appeared in the cemetery. The basket was only for my amusement, full of self-help books for construction (he's going to stay much longer then he intended) and Blood pop lollipops, condoms, Viagra etc. I got a real kick out of making it and just as much of a thrill when he glared at it. Fun times.
"Thank you." He said through gritted teeth, which was both dumb and played into my plans. Any creature with a real magical bone creates a contract with 'favours' when saying 'please' and 'thank you.' Vampire Bill now owes me one.
"You're welcome." I shoved the basket into his arms, he would either catch it or it would drop to the ground, I didn't care which but those condoms could come in handy for me at least. "But I would like you to go sign in with your Sheriff now." I had no fucking clue who the Sheriff was around here, not if I was to walk into him I mean, like I know his name was Eric Northman and he kept Louisiana running when the red haired bitch didn't, but that didn't matter, I just needed Vampire Bill out of the way on this night.
"Certainly." Vampire Bill agreed and right then and there walked out to do just that, making us square. Awesome.
I took the box of condoms (they glowed-in-the-dark, they amused me so) out of the basket that was dropped on the porch and headed over to Princess Susanna Stackhouse Brignant's property on the other side of the Cemetery, zipping up my hoodie as I done so. Once near the porch I started teleporting the equipment I needed to do a protection spell.
Vampire Bill won't be coming over now.
The front door opened and an elderly women stepped out. Her hair was tied back in a bun, her eyes still a startling clear blue. She was curious over the Being who walked her property as if she had every right to. I didn't shield my presence, I had a lot to do tonight and I wasn't going to waste energy by being cloaked which effectively makes me invisible. "Mieko as I live and breathe." Adele Stackhouse gushed running out to great me as I waved to her. 'Mieko' was just one of the many names I use, it means 'Priestess' and considering what I'm doing for Adele and Susanna it felt fitting that that was how she knew me.
"Adele you're even more beautiful then I remember." It was the only honest thing I had said since I arrived in this time and place. Adele's aura shimmered in pink and lavender, golden, showing her love and determination to protect her loved ones; she took my breath away.
"You shush, I'm nothing but an old woman now." Adele laughed blushing softly at my compliment as she walked steadily towards the porch swing, it creaking under her weight. I took the opportunity to glance over her home, it was clean (this is Adele Stackhouse's home) but there were a few things that could be fixed, a floorboard on the deck, a tile on the roof, the driveway, oh my gosh the driveway, the sump of my Corvette would be ripped out it I were to drive on it. I made a mental note to fix these things.
"Adele if you are 'old' my friend I shudder to think of what that makes me." She laughed at my cheeky response, bringing her shall closer. "I'm sorry to hear about Linda, I'm sorry it wasn't enough." I said softly as thoughts of how this woman's life fell invaded my mind, while I walked over to sit by her side.
"You did more than one could expect from a Guardian Angel." Adele's term for me was nearly accurate, I was not exactly sure what I was, my linage was crossed with many races of all sorts of supernatural creatures. I'm a bit of a mutt but like it matters it's just a name, I'd much prefer my actions to speak louder then my title anyway, and 'Guardian Angel' fits well since that's kinda' how I act since I spend my days solving problems as best as I'm able; I paid and provided all that Linda could have needed for recovery, pulling many a string to get the best care for her, but it was, like I said, not enough. "It was God's will child."
"Something both mortal and immortal creatures have to yield to, it does not stop my sorrow however."
"Nor my own, but enough sadness child. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"
I do not believe in full disclosure, knowledge is power and that, so I did not talk of the Queen's plot, nor of a Niece's deception, Adele does not need to hear these things. "To check up on you and the Princess since I was called to the area, I was just making sure you're adequately protected."
But of course Adele Stackhouse is not a waste of space, unlike Vampire Bill, and her eyes dropped in a glare. "What is happening Mieko?"
"Nothing if I can prevent it." Adele deserved some type of answer, it was her life and her Granddaughter. "There's a Vampire who just moved in to the place on the other side of the cemetery."
"Jessie Compton's old place."
"Yes, that sounds right." I nodded, feeling like that was the right name. I get a lot feelings, it's how I knew I had to hunt down this Eric Northman character. I don't know why yet, he might need me to fix something, or protect him from some type of threat, or maybe he wants to be a Regent, that would be great I'd back him (or anyone) over Sophie Anne any day, but my point is I get feelings and I have to follow them through. "His name is William, but he will be known as Vampire Bill. I met him just before and ensured he would leave you girls alone tonight, but I'm looking into permanency."
"What would happen if he found Sookie Mieko?" Straight to the point, I do adore Adele.
"Vampire Bill was planning to procure Susanna, he would realise that she is immune to glamour..." Here Adele's eyebrows shot up, not in confusion rather she was impressed and jumping to the right conclusion that it was Susanna's telepathy that is protecting her. "...he would devise an elaborate scheme with drainers. Basically he was to be harmed and Susanna, due to her caring nature would jump to his defense and be injured, he'd heal her with his blood effectively tying them together, paving the way for manipulation and deceit and in doing so getting around the fact she can't be glamoured." As I was speaking I watched Adele, she went a considerable shade of white but her aura flickered with that determined, protective love. What's the term in these parts? 'Steal Magnolia,' yes that fitted Adele Stackhouse.
"What do you need me to do."
"Nothing dear Magnolia." I soothed. "That's what I'm here for. Vampire Bill seems to be the perfect 'Southern Gentlemen,' just be aware if he tires to approach either yourself or Susanna. Susanna won't be able to 'hear' Vampires and the Southern act is designed to win her over."
"What does he look like? So I know who to avoid. It is just him isn't it?"
"Yes it is, he's working on his own on this side of things, because it'll make it easier for him. Dark hair, eyes, hideous sideburns, real strong, mostly fake accent. Was a Farmer and then a Soldier so he wasn't in the best condition when he was changed, has an almost sickly feel to him, sallow too, broody." Adele nodded slowly, committing the image into her mind. "He won't be able to step foot onto the property." I said as I stood walking back over to my travel cauldron, it wasn't necessary, like not at all, a mixing bowl could have been used, but I like the theatrics. "Anyone with malicious intent won't be able to, and anyone else, unless they have had my blood, will only want to stay here briefly." I teleported my vials of blood next to Adele, the dozen of them all packed up nicely in a little blue gift box. "Use them wisely."
"I appreciate this so much." Adele downed one of the vials, about thirty mills of my blood, giggling the second she finished it just a little high. "Mmm Mieko you taste so good, so sweet." She said looking at me like I was food.
"Just one Adele." I teased. It went without saying I was delicious, it comes with being powerful. If Faeries are crack, I'm opium cut with chocolate and the finest wine, my scent itself is enough to cause creatures to yearn in want.
"Just one." She agreed rising with grace deciding to put the box of temptation away. "I am happy with this being my only life. I have lived just as I aught." My blood had many effects, reverse aging being one of them, it depends on the creature however, it's not like if a Vampire drunk me they'd revert but Adele would. "Goodnight sweet Angel." Adele smiled at me softly, glowing with the health and vitality of my blood. "Sleep well."
"Goodnight sweet human. Look after yourself." I blew her a kiss watching as my friend walked inside.
For protection in the sanctuary: Queen Anne's Lace.
For strength: Snapdragon.
For love: Rose.
For adoration and and dedication: Sunflower.
Wisdom: Purple Iris.
And my blood for the magic spark.
I mixed my ingredients and let them simmer for a little while, just enough for the ingredients to fuse and change form. I poured the glitter like substance around the property edge. Silver sparkles disappeared as I marked the territory; no one is going to hurt Adele or the Princess.
But like I have implied, she is not my charge, my charge Eric Northman, is another matter altogether, this I just done as a favour to the Brignant household, Niall will be back on the scene soon enough, he'll owe me one. It's always nice have a Prince indebted you, but really that way my secondary reason, I'd do anything for Adele.
Eric Northman however can wait until tomorrow for two reasons, firstly Vampire Bill will be there, I'm good seeing him never again, secondly I have something to do now, a sudden nagging feeling just accosted me so I have to get gone.
I teleported all my things back to base and listened to that incessant nagging in my mind. It's my point of guide, I just go where I'm needed and apparently I'm needed close by, which fits in nicely. Shreveport it seems, perhaps I will run into my Vampire charge and kill all sorts of birds.
Teleporting over to Shreveport I ensured a costume change. Cloths make a mark, different uniforms work for different situations, or what job I was undertaking. Right now I was wearing a black and blue corset matching my eyes, black leather pants; combat boots and a duster jacket with midnight blue silk lining, my body mostly covered in kick arse weapons. A crossbow sat on my back and a broadsword sat at my hip, due to being like five foot nothing my sheathe brushed against the ground, but no one handles that Diamond studded mother fucker like I do, and that's not just because it's charmed so no one else can command it.
"Fill me in." I demanded when I appeared at the 'crime scene' in the middle of a forest.
"Ugh." Damien jumped due to my sudden appearance, clearly startled. Damien was the 'happy-go-lucky sort. Blond hair, green eyes, red nubs for horns upon his head, you know the sort, cute, friendly, playful, ripped like a Body Builder and yet still stuck in the 'friend zone' because you just can't take him seriously.
The other guy, Dontanyon, was so not 'friend zone' material, with his black hair, grey eyes and dark almost hostile attitude he was closer to a 'bad boy' status. His cloths even looked the part, he was decked out in leather like I was, minus the corset. His ripped abs were drool worthy right down to the 'happy trail' that showed the direction he wished you to go down on him. I love a man with a hairy chest, it's so well, it's manly, I resent that new trend of guys waxing, a trend Damien, a descendant of the Dragons, partakes in, shown due to the vest he wore (no shirt) matching that with black jeans, chaps, Cowboy boots; he had the hat and everything. He looked ridiculous, like one of the Village People.
"Twenty-five welcome." Dontanyon purred giving me a look, one that read 'we're going to fuck later.' I gave him one right back saying 'bring your A-game lover.'
Dontanyon called me 'Twenty-five' because in this context it's my name, or specifically my rank in our certain sect which is the head of our organisation. There's twenty-five in our sect, all like Special Agent 007 type deal. Twenty-five was the highest ranking. I'll explain more once I head back to base (not tonight, D and I are going to be having... words) but for now understand I'm Twenty-five (the head honcho) Dontanyon is Twenty-four (making him my Lieutenant) and Damien is Twelve. I know what you're thinking, 'how the hell did Damien become a part of Special Ops, let alone a high ranking like Twelve when he dresses like he's at a seventies dress up party?' Well he's really good with techno stuff, best of the best in design, not so good with field work and I figure that's why I'm here.
"I will let Twelve explain Twenty-five." Twenty-four stated with a wicked growl, but there was a purr behind it all, he like myself, is pleased with Twelve's fuck up because it brought us to the same place in time. Even for a casual, open relationship the amount of sex we have is appalling due to hardly ever seeing each other, even considering our professional relationship, and that's a real shame considering the sex really is fantastic, that Dae boy has moves.
"It was an accident." Twelve immediately coward.
"Don't care, I want facts, time is precious people." Rude maybe but it was all true.
"I was trying my new invention out the-."
"To the chase Twelve." Twenty-four drawled in his smoky tone.
"Right, right, it's like an electric fence with a detonating agent that's supposed to go off with triggers, but it short-circuited."
"And?" I encouraged, hungry, horny and sleepy, my mood wasn't great. Dontanyon's head should be between my thighs and yet I'm dealing with Twelve.
"He tried it out on an Imp city that was reported only ten minutes ago, the fence exploded the Imps are out and pissed off creating a bigger problem before hand, so I was notified and now you're here Twenty-five." Twenty-four filled me in quickly in, leaving me with only one question.
"How can you fuck up so badly in ten minutes?"
"It must be a gift." Twenty-four purred a slight smile curling on his soft, kissable, full lips. Mmm sexy. I like the snark too.
"Here's what's going to happen." I began authoritatively, trying to convince myself I was getting to the core of the issue because I'm the Boss, rather then the fact I just wanted to get this done so I could feed and fuck. "The whole Shreveport area needs to be secured before the Imp problem gets out of hand. Cast a plasma net over the area Twelve and lace it with Imp blood. Not to kill, just to stun, Twenty-four, if you care speak to their leader and design a treaty or get an underling - skilled underling -..." I reiterated since Twenty-four is known to shirk his duties when he feels they are under him, to anyone, the closest person even. Not cool man. "...and organise some Soldiers, six should be sufficient, to Imp collect at the twelve hour mark." Ok let me explain a few things, a 'plasma net' is an invisible (to the naked eye) net which is made to detect a certain, pre-programmed plasma structure, the blood acts as the 'tracking' ingredient ensuring no one else is effected by the nets. The amount of harm which a creature will receive is dependant on the voltage of an electrocution they will receive, I want them stunned because they hadn't done anything too bad, rather they've just been a nuisance like Imps are, 'no you didn't misplace your keys an Imp had them' type thing. I asked for twelve hours because after twelve hours of being frozen and vulnerable (no harm will touch them, it's another property of the net, but they won't know this) they will be willing to sign anything for their freedom and it gives them a taste of what happens when you do not abide the treaty, besides I like the poetic justice, they'll be trapped for twelve hours and it was Twelve that fucked up and it will be him who monitors them when the twelve hours start as punishment for said fuck up. Lovely.
"I will fix this Twenty-five." Twelve sighed crouching down on all fours turning into his other form of a ruby red Dragon about ten feet tall with a wing span of five, the air glittering with magic. 'Friend zone' or not he really is pretty.
"I know you will Twelve." He bowed his head down and I pat those red, nubbly horns. "Get out of here now."
"Lover." Twenty-four purred, the moment the gorgeous Dragon had disappeared.
"You're on duty still Twenty-four." I purred back as all six foot of him crowded me. I love tall muscle(y) guys, they make me feel like I'm being protected. Not that I need it but it's a nice feeling.
"But you are no longer my lover." His smoky voice curled its way around me, weakening my resolve. The 'naughty' girl in me wanted to blow the rules by... well by blowing Dontanyon, but that would be wrong. "And you are so hungry." He said as my stomach growled. Dontanyon brushed a single claw up my arm, causing me to break out in goosebumps. "Do you want me to get dinner or would you prefer me to be dinner and dessert?" My fanglets lengthened considerably. My usually pointed teeth elongating until my mouth was like a piranha with rows of sharp teeth, just at the thought of sinking them into Dontanyon's flesh. "I will see you soon lover."
"My place." I purred and we both teleported our separate ways.
'My place' lived in its very own dimension, no one can get here until they've had my blood and even then there's shit loads of wards put into place, I'm completely protected and my guard can be let down. I have total control here over everything, it's the best damn feeling in the world. Right now I have everything designed like a forest resort: split level house made nearly entirely of glass, built practically with a waterfall flowing through it. It's all done by magic, there's no noise if I choose not, nor animals of bugs, which live in the rainforest that surrounds my home, completing the whole dimension.
I walked up the twirling, glass staircase, that walked under the waterfall, leading directly into my master, glass encased bedroom on the top floor of my home. In my room there's a canopy, mahogany bed and that's it. The canopy is made of a silvery-white gauzy material, the linens dark green as were the cases that were on the mountains of pillows on my bed. It was a room for one thing, well two and it was designed for that.
I stood on the wooden floorboards, facing the back of my room behind my bed where one of two doors resided, one lead into an overly elaborate bathroom, beautiful in its white, black and ink blue colour scheme, the bath being a sunken tub surrounded in greenery. The other door lead to my wardrobe, which was at least three times the size of my actual bedroom. I can't conjure, the cloths I had changed into earlier where ones from my wardrobe, my gorgeous wardrobe which is set out like a department store with mountains of jewellery, shoes, clothing and whatever you might need. It was the bathroom door I opened now, with my telekinesis, my clothing floating across the floor to make its way into the hamper.
I turned on the top glass step where I stood and dived into the pool below, releasing my wings the moment before I hit the water in the bottom of the waterfall. The night was amazing, it was always amazing here, the stars sparkled beautifully, just as the crystal like water droplets that cascaded down my naked body upon rising out of the water.
I was no longer alone.
Dontanyon was nearly growling under his breath when he saw me rise in my natural state. I guess you've got an idea of what I look like by now, I have breasts and hips, I'm short (way short) like five foot nothing, my hands and feet being in proportional to this, my hair is chocolate brown, though I change the colour and cut on a whim, right now it's down to my hip, in wavy ringlets, it being drenched since I had flew out of the water. My skin is fair, I tan up beautifully if I spend time in the sun, but my last 'mission' was in a snowy world; the middle of the day sat at negative one hundred degrees, I'm as white as snow right now, except for the five beauty spots on my right shoulder that create a star. My eyes are blue, like Sapphires which glow from the inside, as does my skin. Creatures glow proving their superiority, the brighter the glow the more powerful, due to me not suppressing anything other than my scent I glowed like a beacon on this night, ethereal, hauntingly beautiful, which was why Dontanyon was growling.
"Sierra..." Dontanyon whispered softly, calling me by the name he gave me. "...you are beautiful." He smiled at me, glancing around my world. "This is new, I like it."
"Yesss." I hissed as I stalked towards where Dontanyon was standing on the edge of the water, my steps (as I floated in the air, my silvery-white wings keeping me afloat) slow and deliberate. "I believe I will keep it this way for a while." Last time he was here my home was built on a beach edge, the time before it was a castle in the sky and so on and so forth.
Dontanyon was suddenly in the air, having leaped to pluck me out of it, a strong, muscular arm drawing me close to his equally hard body. I saw him coming and could have avoided my prey easily, but why the hell would I have when this way leaves me nice and close to naked man muscle?
His free hand cupped my sex, two clawed fingers already going inside of me as he kissed up from my shoulder to my ear. We both knew how tonight was going to fall the moment our eyes met. "When are you going to settle down with me Sierra?" Dontanyon's smoky voice sounded husky and raw in his want, it sent shivers down my spine.
"Never." I groaned as another finger slid inside.
"Perhaps I could change your mind." He whispered in my ear. Daemons all have the ability to contort fire, his 'encouragement' came in the form of his fingers heating. It felt hot, like the heat of ice, burning inside of me. The pleasure he gave me was indescribable.
"How's Macy?" Macy, or really what she represented, is the reason Dontanyon and I have not mated.
"We're on a break." He purred watching me moan due to the amazing things he was doing to me. "She wanted to fuck that Troll Elsphet, so I let her leave with the instruction to get it out of her system." Macy is Dontanyon's Wife, not Mate, just Wife, they married for the party and other mutually beneficial reasons. Macy (a very, very good friend of mine) prefers women, or probably just strange. Let me just get something clear, Dontanyon would not have come to me if he was being 'married' right now (unless I was invited in their marital bed by the both of them) there are rules. I do not cheat, nor will I help someone cheat.
"Well good for me then. I've missed you D." I said earnestly. It's been far too long since I've been with him. It would kinda' kill me at this stage if Dontanyon made a real go of it with Macy, like honestly committed to just themselves.
"I'd leave her in a heartbeat for you Sierra." Dontanyon purred, the heat inside of me rising. It might sound super sucky that he said that, worse so that he means it, but Macy says the same thing, but what they have on offer, some ridiculous open 'marriage' is not what I want.
"You know why it wouldn't work D..." I'm the only one, not even Macy, calls Dontanyon 'D.' "...I love you so fucking much..." The heat increased in me once more, causing my words to come short. "...but I... I will not share my Husband nor Mate." Just someone else's when they're on a break. I didn't say the rules weren't sketchy.
"For you Sierra I would give monogamy a try." He smirked at me as my legs started to shiver, white hot heat burning through my veins, it was only the arm that was around my waist that kept me standing now. "But don't you think that variety is the spice of life?" On 'life' he removed his fingers and forced my pussy to swallow ten inches of Daemon cock, causing me to cum all around him; the man was an Artist. I loved how he moved, his body, I loved him too, too much, but when I find my true Mate I knew that I would only want him, only be wanted by him and that's basically what it all comes down to. I want to be someone's one and only, I couldn't be ok with my Mate coming back to me after being in another's bed, it hurts bad enough when Dontanyon leaves me to go back to his Wife.
As I was recovering from my mind shattering orgasm, Dontanyon walked, with us still joined, up the twirling glass stairs into my room. "No I don't think so D. I want someone to only ever want me."
"Sierra, I only hope you do not find such a creature. I would miss you, miss this, no one feels as wonderful as you do, you're so fucking tight, perfect, beautiful girl." As he spoke Dontanyon leaped on my bed, still with us joined, I laughed softly at his compliment, it would hurt too much if I really listened to the words otherwise, groaning as his hips moved in earnest, the moment we hit the sheets.
"Only 'cause you're so big D..." I gripped my legs around him, my hands on his taught arse, keeping him in place. "...feeling you like this, I never want to let you go. You feel amazing inside of me."
"Ah sweet Sierra, I do love you so, you always know exactly what to say to make a man's night." But he didn't love me enough to be my Mate and commit to me, something which I swear I got over hundreds and hundreds of years ago. This what we had no was good enough for us... it has to be. I wanted more, so much more, but not with him.
Our shagging turned deliciously brutal then, as words of love were forgotten, thank goodness for quick healing, otherwise I wouldn't be able to move tomorrow or even next week. After I came down form orgasm number seven, my stomach growled wickedly, reminding me it was time for dinner. "Where do you want to take it from Sierra?" Dontanyon questioned, sprawled over my bed which was now free of blankets and pillows, his gorgeous cock already stirring at the thought of me taking blood, my fixation giving clue as to where I wanted to take it from him. "Suck me Sierra, lover, choke on me."
"Mmm." I purred licking the blue vein that spanned the cock that took all my attention, the sun rising outside my window, it being in-sync with my Charge I'm currently affiliated with. He'd be falling to rest now. The thought warmed my heart. "I don't know why Macy doesn't want this always You are so gorgeous D." I sucked his mushroom head inside my mouth, my arousal coating my legs once more in response. I would have once given up everything for this man, but I must admit I love this, I love having him still.
Dontanyon gripped my hair in his hands and shoved me down forcibly so I'd take another four or so inches. "She'll be so jealous I found you Sierra, God bless the fuck up that is Damien." He growled out as I dropped lower again, I didn't need to breathe, only to talk, which I kinda' do a lot of when I have someone to talk to since I spend so much time on my own; my point is I don't need to breathe now, and I'm going to swallow until I choke. "Shit Sierra, Macy oft talks of how fucking brilliant you are, she's going to want to hunt you down when she finds me riddled with your scent. You're so sweet Sierra, that's it lover, suck me gorgeous woman." Dontanyon is not a chatter, not with anyone else that I've generally seen (except with Macy, they really are a good match) he's hostile, condescending, arrogant and self-serving, but in my bed... I love him so much in these moments, when all the layers are stripped away and he's a mess of vulnerability. "That's it lover, bite me, take it all and I'll cum just for you sweet Sierra.
At the base of his cock I slid my fangs into him and he done exactly as promised. Dontanyon came in my mouth, his milky hot seed tasting of salty sweetness that had a smoky undertone, but it was his blood, his life force I sought. Dae blood to me tastes almost like char grill, if I were use a human food comparison. There was that smoky flavour, just like his cum, but that wasn't what made my fanglets lengthen when Dontanyon suggested being both my dinner and dessert, it was the power I drew from him, his very life force which made my pussy clench and my legs shiver.
After I took a few mouthfuls of blood and cum D ripped me from his cock and spread my legs wide, sinking his own sharp teeth on my clit, causing me to cum, it having the secondary effect of it causing his own orgasm to prolong. He had all but lost control now, the scent of my arousal was too much for the poor Dae. Slowly, during our shagging, I had been unmasking my scent (allowing him to be accustomed to it) only now have I released my last hold on it. If there were any supernatural creatures around (like in a ten mile radius) they walked have been called to me, attracted to my sweet power, wanting it, needing it. I know this for fact, I have a tendency to let go of my scent just for the following orgy that occurs when the want hits me.
I have no idea why supernatural creatures covert their blood, it replenishes and it makes everything so much more fun just as long as you don't accidentally do a mutual exchange. "Uh, D, harder." I growled at the Daemon who was licking my folds drinking my own blood and cum as he continued to orgasm, his cock still rock hard; a fun side-effect of drinking my blood.
"What do you want lover?" He panted out, his orgasm finally beginning to subside.
"Shit... I don't know just, just make it hard." I clawed fist went inside of me, wrist deep, and began pumping inside of me as I lay on my back, arching it, my hands gripping in my hair as I sought the pleasurable pain, Damien suddenly appearing in my room.
"Plasma net is low battery, it will take three hours for it to charge, I will begin my vigilance after." He immediately said keeping me updated, his stupid chaps finally being taken off as he spoke.
"Is everything in place." I managed to question the Cowboy.
"Yes Ma'am." He grinned, but it was lasciviously now, business was done for now.
"Condoms on the bedside table." I choked out as Dontanyon took his fist out of me, taking the hint I rolled up onto my hands and knees. Dontanyon was much preferable to take my arse, having already been lubed up from our combined juices, it was a good plan of his. "Hey look they're glow in-the-dark." Damien grinned, a chunk of boyish hair flopping into his eyes.
Dontanyon wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me into his lap so we were in a more sitting position, my hips tilted forward in encouragement. "You really are a useless bastard. Can you not see the sweet smelling pussy that needs a thorough fucking?" He scoffed. "That's fine if you're not able I'm more than capable, just leave."
"Not on your life Dontanyon." Damien laughed in his happy-go-lucky way, his cock already inside of me. 'Friend zone' maybe, but that man was built, bigger even than Dontanyon, and I'm high on blood and sex and violence, I need this, I need it all.
"Good lover?" Dontanyon purred his hands on my tits, his teeth on my neck.
"Yesss." I hissed wrapping my legs around Damien bringing him closer.
"Wouldn't be able to do this if were were monogamous Sierra." Dontanyon grunted in my ear. "You really should mate with me."
"Not today lover." I laughed a little as he pinched my nipple in response, his sharp teeth tarring into my skin, Damien kissing me on the lips, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth so I would draw blood. He was a late comer into this game and only had a couple of hours before he had to go again, he was making the most of it. Damien tasted of ancient knowledge being a Dragon, he was like a fine wine, aged and earthy. He was so delicious, it was all delicious, being taken by them both brutally.
It was shaping up to be a damn good day.
XOXOXOXO
Sookie
OXOXOXOX
Meanwhile in Bon Temps...
Good gravy and cheese on rice. I thought to myself having woken for the last time from my fitful sleep. I can't stand this any longer, it had been creeping all over me since since I had went to bed after doing the dinner shift. I'm a Waitress at Merlotte's, my Boss, Sam Merlotte, is the first person I have been able to work for. I have had to quit other jobs because of my telepathy I will not work for someone who is trying to realise if my breasts are fake or if I'm blond all the way down. They are... and I am. The wicked thought was coupled with a pinch to my nipple and a cheeky hand travelling below.
I fell asleep last night fitfully after having a very sweet cup of coffee that Gran made me, it was supposed to be decaf but I've been feeling...
I groaned as as I slid two fingers inside. I hardly ever do this, good girls don't do this, but I don't want to be a good girl this morning and being a twenty-four year old telepathic virgin leaves one feeling very frustrated.
But not this morning.
I couldn't help but imagine the golden hair splayed out in my lap as I touched myself. I would have really liked to have ran my hands through that silky hair, that was just a shade lighter then mine. I came with just a single name upon my lips. Soon we will meet again, I'll make sure of it.
It would be my little secrete, Lord knows I hold enough if them, one more wouldn't hurt.
"Morning Gran." I greeted Gran as I went into the kitchen wearing my newest bikini (it was red and white poker dots) I didn't have to work until the afternoon shift and I had nothing else to do this morning so I was going to worship the sun, my tan was famous around these parts and I had no other vise.
"Morning Sookie, did you sleep well?" Gran asked as she bustled around the kitchen making breakfast, looking quite agile for a woman of a certain age.
I was glad Gran was facing away from me, her eyes on the skillet she had on the stove, because I was as red as my bikini. "Yes thank you."
"Did anything unusual happen last night at work?"
Trying to contain my blush I answered. "Merlotte's had their first ever Vampire."
"Really?" Gran asked intrigued but for a moment I thought she was concerned. I try to avoid slipping into my families mind to respect their privacy, so I was not sure for certain but I thought she was just being a little overprotective. Gran really didn't like me working in a bar, she thought it was below me but I liked my job and working for Sam, I wasn't going to quit, besides we need the money, Gran's pension cheques do not cover much at all. "What were they like?"
"Rude." I answered, Gran smiling at me after my huffed announcement, even as she tsked.
"What did they look like?"
"Beautiful, hair nearly the same shade of mine and eyes so b-blue." I had to stop myself from saying 'beautiful' again, but they really were. "Pale of course, and silent, I can't hear anything Gran." I grinned happily, amazed at this development.
"Be careful with that Sookie, you won't be able to know who you can trust."
"Oh Gran." I laughed a little. "I'm not all that naive, but bad manners aside she really didn't do anything wrong."
"She?" Gran asked looking completely relaxed now.
"Yes Pam was her name, she works at the Vampire bar in Shreveport called Fangtasia, or so it said on the flyers she was handing out. She gave me one if you want to have a look." I explained thanking Gran for the coffee she gave me. It tasted earthy, rich but not sweet like last nights brew.
"So did you talk to this Pam much?" Gran asked. Surprisingly (for her age, not if you had ever met my Gran before) Gran had excepted the notion of Vampires with open arms.
"Excuse me, you really shouldn't be handing out flyers like that."
Pam's eyes travelled over the sweet temptation in front of her, wrapped tightly in the Shifters uniform."Sugar I do what I want but I'll let you off with a warning just this once." Her voice was like honey as it drawled over Sookie, causing her heart to miss a couple of beats before stuttering out a staccato rhythm.
Sookie having noticed the hungry way the woman in a leather catsuit was looking at her attempted to dip into her mind, just to make sure she wasn't overreacting, not that the other woman would know she just... she didn't know why she was doing it, but one thing quickly became abundantly clear. "I can't hear you." She gasped out.
"Cream puff don't make me regret letting you live. It would be a shame to destroy such a sweet thing." And sweet she was, Pam's fangs were itching to come down just tasting the sweet scent on the air alone. It was much preferable to the smell of wet dog the rest of the bar held.
Sookie blushed brightly at the compliment, it only causing her scent to come stronger as the blood rushed to her cheeks. "Oh..." Sookie gasped once more as another realisation came to her, her thoughts embarrassingly slow during this moment. "...you're a Vampire." It would give credence to the glow that surrounded the Vampire also. Sookie, up until now, had attributed it to her looking like an Angel. "Merlotte's has never had a Vampire before."
"I am not surprised." Pam glanced around her with distaste. "I wouldn't be here if Eric didn't tell me to hand these out." She held up the stack of brochures she just wanted to chuck. "I don't know why he didn't just tell Long Shadow to do it." What else was surprising was why she was telling this human this, Pam just reasoned it was so she could just keep looking at those tits that were wrapped tightly like a present. The Shifter did have some worth after all, if only because he picked this uniform. After her gaze travelled once more to the humans chest she found something else to question. "What's a Sookie?"
"It's my name." Sookie replied blushing again, wanting to talk over her embarrassment she continued. "I could hand those flyers out to the customers leaving if you like. It must have been a long drive for such a menial task, and I'll be here for hours yet." Taken aback at the genuine offer (especially after the earlier 'reprimand') Pam drawled 'well aren't you sweet.' "Not particularly." Sookie replied causing Pam's lips to curl up in a brief smile.
"I better not, Eric is a bit of a hard ass." She swished her way to another table, a group of frat guys sitting there. "Come to Fangtasia." She encouraged dropping fang handing a guy a brochure. "First drink is free." She blurred around the table handing each one a brochure. "Not you." She growled at one who smelt of Vampire blood. This was so beneath her. 'Damn Eric for making me do this, he just wanted Yvette for himself.'
"If you have to stay would you like me to get you something?" Sookie dithered, not understanding why she was so intrigued with the woman deciding it was just because she was a Vampire. "We haven't any blood but I could-."
"Are you offering sugar?" Pam moved to Sookie's side, a single finger trailing over her neck, leaving a hot trail of shiver in its wake.
Sam, who had been watching the conversation between the Sheriff's child and his Telepath growled menacingly, having not liked being able to scent her lust in response to a Vamper of all the miserable creatures. "Down puppy." Pam drawled, her blue eyes rolling. "I was just leaving." She handed a brochure to 'Sookie' as she walked by. "Ask for Pam sugar. I'll see you well."
Blushing furiously Sookie thanked Pam and went back to work, to hear the words of disgust coming out of Arlene's mouth and her mind, but she was in a daze...
"Only what I told you." I blushed into my coffee.
...feeling the icy finger.
XOXOXOXOXOX
AUTHER'S NOTE
OXOXOXOXOXO
Firstly as it will always be the title for the chapter is the song I was listening to as I wrote it, the song being fair apt for the chapter. This one was
Her Name is Alice by Shinedown.
So let me tell you a little about my silly fic, I got this idea for a fan fiction, I haven't written my own before, having always focused on my own books instead, but I love reading it on my off time, there's so much creativity out there. My characters are going to be telling half the story, the other half letting the SVM characters have their turn.
The story is going to evolve to be something more than a PWP (though there will be a lot of that) the relationships are going to be different, clearly, 'cause Sookie so has a thing for Pam. Which I really don't think that is so out there because Bill is a douche and Sookie still fell for him immediately, only probably because he got to her first, but I'm still going to say this is an OOC fic.
There's going to be a few new twists, with Adele, Niall, Pam, Bill, QSA, Dontanyon, Macy, Damien, Cataliades, 'The Flowers,' Eric, Dr Ludwig, Sam (just wait until you see how he's involved) and so on and so forth; they're all going to be going in there, the individual stories somehow entwining in the other in surprising ways. So let me know what you think.
The next chapter, which I have kinda' penned in, is going to start with Eric telling the story, he's going to meet the Telepath but more importantly he's going to meet the 'girl with a million names,' getting a new name, only problem is she thinks Eric's an air head, naming him out of retaliation for his behaviour but it all comes out what she really is even with all the posturing.
It'll be lots of fun anyway.
Hope you liked my silly fic whose characters I only someone own, as in I do not own any of the SVM, TB characters, nor the similar (though contorted) dialect or events.
LKat.