Disclaimer: I do not own any character from True Blood or SVM. If I did; well…:D
The parking lot in front of Fangtasia was uncharacteristically empty.
Sookie pulled into the abandoned driveway in her rusty yellow car with some difficulty. The old, albeit loyal, thing was coughing and chocking with a sound that resembeled a troubled breath taken by a heavy smoker in the last stages of lung cancer.
"Come on, sweetheart" she cooed and patted the wheel, "you take me home safely tonight and I promise I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow".
The "doctor", a burly man of forty two that went by the name of Arthur Johnson, was the best mechanic in Shreveport and had already saved her car from "Certain Death" a couple of times.
Yes, she decided with a sigh, tomorrow the patient and she would definitely pay him a visit.
When the choking and coughing stopped and she managed to park, Sookie walked out of the dying car and made it to the door. No music erupted from inside the usually vibrant bar and nobody was carding at the entrance. Stuffing the fear that something was terribly wrong deep into the pit of her stomach, Sookie opened the door and peered inside.
The interior of the bar was as dark and silent as the parking lot. The only slightly illuminated spot in the room was the middle of the stage where stood the fur covered throne. Eric Northman, Sherriff of Area Five, was draped over said throne, in all his Viking glory, like black silk over marble.
"Hello, Miss Stackhouse," he purred, "I see you have returned from wherever it is you disappeared to. Welcome back."
Sookie crossed her arms over her chest and got closer to the stage.
"Where's everyone?" She demanded, casting a quick glance at the empty bar.
Eric made a dismissing gesture with his hand.
"I got bored so I threw them all out."
Sookie shook her and sighed nervously.
"Where's Pam?" she asked with steadily growing unease. Being alone in a dark bar with only Mr. Northman for company, was not something that she wanted to do at the moment.
"Somewhere," Eric smirked and straightened a bit in his seat, "playing with her food…"
He patted his knee and winked at her.
"Now, why don't you come here and tell Uncle Eric all about your recent adventures?"
To her great amazement, Sookie climbed onto the stage and into Eric's lap, her hand coming to rest on his cool chest. One of his hands went to circle her waist while the other settled on her knee.
"I went to be with my people." She said in a breathy voice, cursing herself silently for her weakness. Eric's lips curved into a sly smile as he lowered his face to her cheek.
"With your people…" he murmured and trailed kisses down the column of her neck. His fiendish fingers drew patterns on her exposed thigh, inching closer to her center with every lazy circle.
"So, what are you doing here?" he asked and moved to trail his tongue over her jaw line, "You decided to take me on that 'passionate primal sex' offer of mine?"
"You wish," she breathed at his onslaught, "I'm here on business!"
But for the life of her she could not recollect what exactly the said business included. Sookie tried to wriggle away from the fingers that now travelled across the fabric of her panties, but Eric held her in place with the iron grip of his hand on her back.
"Of course you are," he breathed and she heard the unmistakable pop of his fangs sliding out.
Sookie felt his teeth puncturing the skin of her neck, just when -
- She awoke drenched in sweat, the sheets a tangled mass between her sleek thighs. With a frustrated groan, Sookie rolled onto her stomach and buried her head in her pillow. When were these horrid dreams about Eric Northman going to stop?
Since Bill was out of the picture, the dreams were taking their toll on Sookie's feverish mind. They always started the same way, she would enter the undead bar and find it unoccupied but for the striking figure of the Sherriff who always seemed to be waiting just for her to come in so he could ravish her.
Sookie closed her sleep deprived eyes and cursed under her breath. The dreams had better stop tormenting her soon, otherwise she'd hang herself from the ceiling; or do much worse- barge into Fangtasia and fuck a certain Viking silly.
With another groan Sookie rolled onto her sweaty back and let her hand take care of her little problem.
After all, there were some problems that just should not be left untreated…
...The End?