A/N I don't own any of TB, but I love to visit. Here we go again, I hope it's a good ride!

Eric's Revenge

Chapter One

Soft pale sunlight crept slowly over the forests and farmland of Louisiana, pushing away the pre-dawn mist. The air was still and quiet during the moment when night's creatures retired and day's creatures stirred. During that peaceful moment when dawn crossed the state the light found creatures scurrying from it's glare. Folk who should have been home long ago doing the walk of shame as they passed folk who worked hard and started early.

When it came to fall on an anonymous meadow just north of Shreveport there was a brief flash of flame and the terrified agonized screams of a woman. Then all was still once more, the only evidence of the little drama in the meadow a lazy curl of smoke climbing to the sky.

Sookie Stackhouse admired herself in the full length mirror. Over the last few weeks her tan had returned, and she was in better shape than she had ever been. She had been blessed with a narrow waist and generous bust, and had been described as beautiful. Smiling back at herself she knew that the nights with Eric were contributing to how she looked.

For a waitress from Bon Temps she was happy with her lot in life. Sookie knew she was us people, not them people, although she would struggle to elaborate on what that meant if asked. She had never had much luck in love, what with her disablity and all, but recently her luck had changed. First there had been her southern gentlman, Bill Compton, darkly gorgeous and charmingly old fashioned. But times moved on. Currently her heart belonged to a bar owner from Shreveport called Eric, a huge, muscular sex god straight from Norse mythology.

During her time with Eric she had experienced things, learned things, that she never would have had she stayed in Merlotte's waiting on tables. He was everything she wanted, considerate, passionate and very much in love with her. That she could rarely hear his thoughts was a bonus, although when she really tried she could get an idea of what he was thinking. Not that Eric took much reading, most of the time when they were together she knew exactly what he wanted. Such a pity he was dead, or he would have been absolutely perfect.

He had just left her as the sun approached, gone to ground so to speak until daylight had passed. Sookie ached from the attention he had given her the previous night, and her neck hurt a little, like a dull throb, where he had bit her. Biting was like Eric's way of saying I love you, she thought. Not that he was frightened to tell her of his love, as long as they were alone.

Across the hall in the sprawling plantation house she had heard sounds of movement as Eric was leaving. Ulrich had been with her friend Nula all night, and had most likely followed Eric to the cellar as the morning approached. The pairing had been a little unexpected, but they seemed very much into each other if the noises she heard in the night were anything to go by. It was as if they were making up for lost time, which in a way they were. Centuries of it.

Dressed only in their housecoats the ladies would have tea every morning, watching the sun come up. It was the one thing they could not share with their loves, as the sunlight would be fatal to them. Both men were vampires, but that did not make them bad people. Not always.

When Sookie had first encountered Nula she had looked very different, an ancient and proud old woman who had once fought alongside the men. She was a telepath and more, just like Sookie, but her powers came from her Nephilim heritage. Nula, last of the Nephilim, currently wore the body of a pretty blonde fangbanger she had met in a bar in Shreveport. It was one of her more interesting traits that she could move from body to body at will, although she claimed not to enjoy doing it.

Together in silence, both satisfied with the hand life had dealt them, the women watched the start of a new day.

After shopping in town, both Sookie and Nula were continually buying new underwear because their men weren't gentle with the lacy stuff, they had lunch in the little cafe beside the mall. Both popped iron tablets as a ward against anaemia before they ate, another little ritual one got used to when your lover was a vampire. Blood and lust were often as one for them.

Together they cleaned the parts of the grand old house that they used, then settled in front of the early evening television to watch a re-run of Rikki Lake. It would be dark soon. Sookie's body was yearning for Eric in anticipation of the treats he would share with her, and she with him. He was a skilled lover, a thousand years of experience wrapped into a body that made her mouth water. Over time she had learned to let go, and gave every bit as good as she got. If this was to be the rest of her life she would be happy.

After dark Sookie found him in the shower, he had his back to her as she entered the pristine white bathroom. The air was thick with steam as she approached him, her pulse quickening. Eric was very tall, and muscular. He had broad shoulders, narrow waist, athletic legs, and the kind of ass that should be kept on display in a gallery. With his head under the shower he hadn't heard her enter the room until she had slipped off her dress and stood behind him under the hot water. Eric liked the water extremely hot so she had to reach over and turn the temperature down a little. Her arm brushed his, alerting him to her presence.

"Couldn't wait?" he grinned. His blonde hair was soaked and lay flat on his head, his eyes sought hers as his fangs extended.

"Thought you could use a hand," she said, pinching his firm ass.

Water coarsing over them his hands found her breasts, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. He'd had women blessed with a larger bust who had little feeling there, but Sookie responded to every stimulus. When he brushed the nipples she moaned her pleasure.

Her hand found it's way round his ass to the place where his pleasure was making itself known, pressed into her as it was. Gently, slowly, she began to massage him as he manipulated her breasts, his mouth finding her neck. Eric was a master when it came to playing on the instrument that was her body. His teeth and tongue worked her neck, up to her ear. When he took the lobe between his teeth and sucked her body responded. Sookie gasped in delight.

While one hand still gently manipulated him, the other cupped beneath and applied firm pressure to his tightened skin. Eric growled his pleasure right into her ear, his lips vibrating on her lobe. She shuddered, for a moment thinking her knees would buckle. But they held, although when his attention moved to her belly, then gently down, she knew they wouldn't for long. The hot moistness she felt had nothing to do with the shower.

He pressed his mouth to hers, tongue parting her lips, then gently probing her mouth. Between her legs his fingers were probing too. Through their kiss she could feel his grin as he slipped a finger into her. Sookie swore she could feel the ridges of his fingerprint move against her. Her hands began to work harder and he responded by increasing the pace at which his finger worked her, all the while their mouths locked in a slow world stopping kiss.

When she could take it no more Sookie pushed him back against the tiled wall. He knew at once what she wanted, lifting her with both hands. For a moment she felt a sense of loss when he withdrew his finger, but the loss was nothing to the pleasure that erupted inside her as he slowly lowered her down onto him, stretching her around his pleasure.

Slowly they moved together, finding their rhythm. As his pace increased she wrapped her legs around his, drawing him as far in as he could go. Her tension was building to fever pitch as he increased the pace, punishing her in his enthusiasm. Lights flashed behind her eyes as her body exploded with sensations, she clung to him, nails breaking the skin, as he exploded inside her. His teeth found her neck. For a long time they stood like that under the warm water, as if neither wanted the moment to end.

Eric answered his cell phone. Beside him on the bed Sookie lay back, eyes closed, listening to his conversation. When he hung up he was agitated.

"I have to go," he said, kissing her mouth.

"I heard, what's wrong?"

"There's been an incident outside Shreveport, needs a Sheriff," he told her.

The moment was lost, but there would be many more. Sookie sighed and let go of her magnificent viking. She drank in every detail of his splendid sculpted body as he dressed in black jeans and shirt. Eric had been fortunate to be at his prime when he had been turned.

"Will I come?" she asked, aware that there were times when Eric chose to conduct vampire business where she could not see. Sookie was no fool, she knew that when he didn't want her along it was because he expected to behave in a way that she would dislike. Once long ago she had drawn a promise from him not to hurt anyone she implicated when she used her gift. She had lost count of the times he had broken that promise.

It was just that Eric didn't value human life the way that she did.

Out in the meadow they found Pam waiting. Pam was Eric's partner in the club, a pretty blonde vampire with quick wit and active mind. Sookie found her the most agreeable of the vampires she had met, after Eric of course.

Eric was very agreeable.

They wouldn't need a tour. There was a man sized burn mark between four wooden posts, some of which still had charred rope attached. The burned remains of a woman lay over the scorched grass. Her mouth was still wide open, as it had been when she went screaming into death. A vampire had been brought here to meet the sun, his woman tied to him.

Towards the edge of the clearing were four recently evacuated graves. She reached the conclusion quickly that it had been vampires who had done this. They had staked out their victim, tied down his woman, then retreated to the earth as the sun came up. It was unlikely they had been gone more than an hour.

Problem was that with vampires an hour could get them a long way away from here.