A/N: Alt universe.... that crosses into our beloved sookieverse..... just something my brain came up with and kinda wrote it self LOL.... hope you like it may continue but still working on my big story Dead and Back Again. Please take the time to review...... I hope you like it....
JoXx
NO OFFENCE IS MEANT to the wonderful Charlaine Harris. As always, her sand box, her dolls, while she wasn't looking I just, played with them.... sorry Sookie and Eric are a bit sticky, a little wash they should be fine. LOL
Sookie had just finished writing; she was really pleased with her effort. 'Dead in the family' was finally finished. She punched the air "Woo hoo" she yelled. Oh yeah, I am the bomb, she thought, feeling of jubilation that she had finally finished. And why shouldn't she, after all she had written now ten books about an alternate universe she created. Had thousands of fans all over the world, her books where now a TV show and had a cast of hot young actors. Not that anyone could associate it with her, she wrote under the name of Charlaine Harris.
"I heard whooping, dare I ask is it finished?" the smiling figure stood in the door way with a tray of cookies and milk.
"Oh Gran, I am done and it's a doozy. I am really pleased it. I got a day to spare before it's due at the publishers, not like me huh?" she grinned. Gran always knew Sookie pushed the deadlines. There has even been a few occasions, where the publishers were in the living room waiting, as Sookie was brushing the final keystrokes to her latest book.
"Oh a day to spare, that must be a new record" chuckled Gran. "Well you better print me a copy so I can get familiar with it. So, I'll have a chance of answering all those, twenty million questions your fans ask of me" she beamed, excited to get her mitts on Sookie's latest work.
"Gran it isn't getting too much for you being Charlanie Harris, is it? I mean things have just gone crazy lately and now with the TV show and all the interviews. I am kinda starting to feel bad, for ya," Sookie asked, feeling guilty for the burden her Gran carried for her.
"Now you listen to me Susannah Stackhouse, I love being Charlanie Harris. Have you seen the hotel room's they put me up in? You got nothing to feel guilty about, read my mind you can see the truth of my words." Gran abashed her.
"Oh God No, No...... I would never invade your privacy like that" Sookie looked stricken. When Sookie was little she had been a nightmare child, violent outburst, screaming fits at one point she had even been diagnosed with a psychotic break. At seven she came to live with her Gran in Northern Louisiana far from her parents' home in California.
Gran discovered Sookie could read thoughts and was highly empathic so much so that if strong emotions were around her, she would take them on as her own. Adele worked hard to help Sookie maintain her sanity. At the age of ten Adele had to home schooled her; as it was too difficult for Sookie to be around others with her ability.
Sookie's life changed dramatically, when at the age of sixteen she created an alternative universe for an English assignment her Gran had set her. A universe, where she would belong and be accepted, not the only freak on the block as Sookie put it. The first chapters where so good, that Gran encouraged her to write more. The more Sookie wrote the more she was able to control her ability. Her writing became an outlet, and a place where she could dream.
After a few months Adele took what Sookie had written to a publisher friend who worked for Orion books, he loved what he read. Assuming that, what he had read had been written by Adele and not her Sixteen year old granddaughter, he offered her a contract there and then.
Adele and Sookie had stayed up all night debating what to do, but none could have imagined the success that now seemed to rule there's lives. In the end they decided that none of them would have written the work, they created Charliane Harris. That had been ten years ago.
Sookie name the writer Charliane Harris as a dig to the Doctor who had wanted her to be medicated and locked up. When the reality was that, Dr Harris had multiple personalities and was nuttier than a fruit cake. So no wonder Sookie looked like she was having a psychotic break whenever she was in the presents of Dr Harris. But it was Dr Harris that made Gran see that the problem may be something more in the realms of the metaphysical. Gran had read Tarot since she was five, her mother had been a healer and read tea leaves. Her son Corbett had shown no signs of anything metaphysical, her daughter Linda only a limited ability.
Sookie's aunt Linda could sense the energy of a room, but not much more. However Hadley, had been deeply disturbed when she hit her teens. Voices of the dead plagued her every waking moment, in the end Hadley had self medicated with drugs. Gran had no idea Hadley had suffered so, it wasn't until she had been already lost to them through drugs. Gran had found out the extent of Hadley's gift. Sookie was mad at Hadley and Linda, they caused her Gran so much pain. If they just had been honest. If there was one thing Sookie hated, it was liar. Sookie lost count of the times they had been asked if they had any metaphysical abilities, so Gran could have helped.
"Well, the offer to read my mind is there. Soo, does that mean you are now taking visitors again? As I have had Amelia here every day, hoping to get her best friend back." smiled Gran.
"Yeah, you know it. Urgh can't wait to get outside feel like I been coupe up here forever. Has Amelia been okay I mean, I have not seen her for three, what four weeks? Is she mad at me?"
" It's been five weeks! You're kidding right? That girl thinks you walk on water ever since you killed off her lying, cheating ex-husband's name sake in your last book."
Sookie giggled, remembering how over the moon Amelia had been, when the character Tray had been tortured to near death then stabbed to death. Sookie had to take a herbal remedy after that to calm down from the empathic high Amelia's emotions had put her on. ' I LOOOOOVED how you made that son of a bitch suffer, my only regret is that your Amelia character didn't get to cut his balls off ' she had said.
Amelia was a miracle in Sookie's eyes. Sookie's first and only friend. Up until Amelia, Sookie had to make do with her make believe Tara. Amelia had come for a tarot reading with her Gran six years ago now. Gran had been running late that night. As a result; it had been up to Sookie to play hostess. They hit it off immediately and the rest they say is history.
Sookie made a motion, to leave to see Amelia. "You are not going to see anybody little Miss till you sort yourself out."
"WHAT?"
"Don't you, what me, when was the last time you showered? shaved even?" When Gran said shaved she lifted up an arm to expose the jungle growing under there. "Urgh, you are a mess. What would your Viking say if he could see you now? You are sooo not the hygienic Sookie you portray in the books..... off to the shower with ya. "
Sookie blushed. "Gran the Viking is not real, you do know that, don't you? I wish he was real but alas, no. And you know when I am writing, I lose all sense of time. Normally I manage to shower just fine, everyday sometimes even twice a day," Sookie was starting to get on her high horse.
"I know dear. Now off to the shower and I'll have Amelia book the spa so you girls can relax and something can get done about your eyebrows and your roots," Chuckled Gran.
Gran felt a pang of regret bring up the Viking. Of course Sookie wanted a love of her own. But impossible, to go out in public she even had to wear gloves as barrier between her and the world. Gran sent a silent prayer that her granddaughter would find love and if there where Vampires, and Sookie could indeed not read their minds or feel their emotions to send one to her.
Quickly showering, grooming herself, she looked in the mirror. Yes that will do nicely, 'fit to return to society' she thought. After finishing a book it had become a bit of a ritual, scrub of the grim of being locked in a room- off, then the spa followed by shopping and a slap up meal, where Amelia would get shit faced and flirt with girls. Sookie had written in the 'Amelia Pam fling' into one of her books; in an attempt to get Amelia to admit she was bisexual at the very least- but no prize. Sookie didn't drink, because of her ability- just too bad she thought.
On the way into town Amelia talked excitedly about her newly discovered obsession FanFiction. Sookie wasn't really sure what she felt about people hijacking her characters. But if just one person out there was like her and found comfort in her world she had created, well who was she to put a stop to that. If it got people writing, well that couldn't be a bad thing either, right? Amelia was currently prattling on about vampire babies, 'Sookie' having sex with multiple partners.
"Okay Amelia, I get that FanFiction is a smut mutts wet dream and that Alan Ball shouldn't have killed off the character Godric. But I don't understand why you're so obsessed with it." Sookie grumped.
"You should read some, it's way cool," Amelia enthused.
"You know I can't, I don't want anything to influence my writing like that. But why the obsession? Make me understand..... cause to me well, it'd kinda creepy all these people making my characters do all sorts."
"Well that's just it, you created this group of people with a dynamic. Others have taken that and changed maybe one thing which results in a totally different story. Or they change everything and keep the character dynamic...... I guess my obsession comes from seeing what people come up, some of it, is so cool."
"You mean like ripples in a pond, how different life could be if one thing changed. Like if my Gran had been on time for you appointment we wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet, as I wouldn't have stepped out of the study that night." Sookie commented.
"Yeah like that, I like seeing what ripples other people make. But yours are always the best," she grinned like a chestier cat. "Aw chuck's I am your number one fan" Amelia put on a funny voice. "I luuve you" she continued in her funny voice batting her eyelashes.
"You're not right in the head," Sookie grinned at her best friend.
"Oh next you'll be calling me a witch" Amelia mock huffed. Both women giggled like little girls. Soon Sookie pulled the cherry red corvet into the parking lot for the spa. The corvet had been a gift from Alan Ball and HBO. It was great gift as long as she didn't think about what they had done to her beloved Viking. Alex was certainly easy on the eye, but Sookie prayed for season three to be more favourable to her best loved character. She could smell blood in the water, if Eric wasn't redeemed soon.
"Let's get pampered, you should go back to your natural blond Sooks, the light brown is pretty it works great with you're eyes....." Amelia trailed off seeing Sookie didn't look too impressed.
"BUT.... just get to the 'but', Amelia" Sookie, cut to the chase.
"But you know, what they say blonds have more fun," Amelia waggled her eyebrow as they stepped through the door to their favourite spa.
"That's the whole point of the brown, I can't have randoms touching me. I am less noticeable as a brunette."
"Have you touched every guy out there? Well? How do you know that mister right isn't out there? Mr touchable."
"I know you don't want me to be the oldest virgin out there, hell knows I would rather have a sex life with something that wasn't powered by battery's. But that's, not possible so drop it. Your killing my happy mood."
"Kk..... so no blond then.... not even a little bit?" Amelia smiled cheekily.
"Some blond highlights, will that keep you happy?" Sookie asked grinning.
"Done"
The day progressed into the night, shopping had been lots of fun, even with Amelia practically launching herself at a shop assistant for trying to touch Sookie. Tradition dictates they bought new underwear and new outfits complete with shoes. Which they changed into and wore to the restaurant Marcel's. Amelia was half way through her bottle of champagne before the food arrived. Sookie just shook her head as Amelia eyed the blond co owner. Samantha had been Sookies inspiration behind Pam. Samantha had effortless elegance, she was snotty to the point of being rude. But over the years, coming here she had warmed to Sookie. Sookie knew from her thoughts she was really into girls and would love to take Amelia out and do all kinds of nasty stuff to her.
Amelia just need to get over herself, Sookie thought. The food as always was fantastic, dessert was decadent. Well fed and watered they bid Samantha a good nite much to the envious glances of some of the other patrons. They were all wondering, what made them so important that Samantha would actually give them the time of day.
As they approached the car Amelia grabbed Sookie's arm forcefully "ouch...what the..." yelped Sookie.
"Shooting star," yelled Amelia with a slight slur. "I wish you meet your Viking, he pops your cherry good and makes you walk like John Wayne for a week. Loves you and take cares of you" she all but shouted.
Sookie was mortifed, as this part of town was quite busy "Shhh.... Amelia, oh my God I can't believe you. Did you really need two Sambuca's at the end of the meal, your worse than usual," Sookie couldn't stay mad at Amelia, as she was too funny when she was drunk. "Shhh!" said Amelia in exaggerated maner. "Sookie" she whispered loudly.
"What?"
"What would you wish for?" Amelia continued to whisper as she tip toed to the car, like her whole body had to be quite. Sookie laughed at her crazy friend.
"I wish Sookie in my books where dead, so I could have a life; maybe meet said Viking and walk like John Wayne be crazy in love and be loved" Sookie said wistfully, "Oh and I wish you would just get over your homophobia find your own Pam, and do all kinds of nasty stuff," Sookie giggled.
"I am not gay" Amelia tried to look offended but she was so drunk she looked constipated. Sookie just laughed, opening the doors to the corvet fumbling with the CD player.
"Well this is for you Ame's" Sookie giggle watching Amelia trying to put her seat belt on, missing the slot each time on the account that Amelia could see two slots for the belt. The CD player sprang to life. The dulcet tone of Katy Perry came on. Soon both women where singing along "I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT" at the top of their voices.
Ten minutes in to the drive home, thick fog covered the road ahead making it almost impossible to see, Sookie slowed the car to crawl along the road. Through the fog they became aware of a bright blue white light. Sookie slowed even more, but it was too late whatever the white light was it was coming right for them. Both girls screamed, the car spun wildly in circles. Skidding to a complete stop.
Sookie looked over at Amelia, both women in a state of shock "You okay?" Managed, Sookie in a breathless pant. Amelia's responds was opening the car door and upchucking. Sookie's heart thudded wildly in her chest. Deep breaths, deep breaths Sookie told herself. Gingerly Sookie got out of her car, her legs shaking as she looked around. They were by the side of the road surrounded by trees, only the bit of road didn't look familiar. Shit, her front tyre was blown. It was eerily quite apart from the sounds of Amelia retching. "Ame's you okay?" Sookie asked.
"Do I sound okay?" She snarked.
"Tell me if there's anything I can do, there's a sign back there I am going to look at it. To I figure out where the bloody hell we are and call for help. My front tire is blown."
"Change of underwear would be nice, fuck Sookie that was intense. All I could think about was I never got to kiss a girl and see if I liked it" Amelia blurted out, clearly still in shock.
Sookie giggle mainly nervous tension. "I'll be back in two ticks" she called over her shoulder, she hugged herself as she walked to the sign. Feeling really ill at ease, as if something was terribly wrong, but she could quite put her finger on it. She was almost at the sign when a huge black Escalade swerved round the corner, nearly hitting her. Sookie screamed, clutching her heart for the fear it would jump out her throat.
The huge car screeched to a halt. A small blond woman and an even shorter dark haired woman stepped out of the Escalade. If it were possible for Sookie's eyes to get any bigger, they would have. Strapped on the, dark hair woman's back was a huge sword. Her face looked like it belonged on an ancient roman coin. The blond was making huge strides towards her. Sookie was about to speak when the blond beat her too it.
"Fucking Human's, I should just drain you dry," she snarled.
"EXCUSE ME," this woman was dressed as some Vampire wanna be, Sad. All black goth with her hair in some elaborate up do. Clearly gone crazy with the make up, the white base she was wearing practically glowed, Sookie thought.
"What are you doing on the road all by yourself?" she asked in a bored tone.
Everything felt surreal, Sookie pointed at the sign "I was just going to look at the sign" her eyes like saucers. The blonde was right in front of her, she picked up her long brown hair. Stared intently at her, her nostrils flared. Her face looked unsure. "It say's thanks for visiting Bon Temps," said the blond.
Sookie grimaced, "Is that a joke? Because if it is, it's not very funny." Her mind was going to ten to the dozen. Who was this woman? How did she know about her writing the Charlaine Harris book's. Bon Temps just lived in the pages of her book and in her imagination. She made it up.
"Sookie?" the blond woman looked lost as she asked, "is that you?"
"Yes, how do you know my name? I don't know you" She slowly backed up a few feet till she reached the sign, glancing up at the sign it said 'Thanks for visiting Bon Temp's'. OH God I must be dreaming or I hit my head, thought Sookie as she franticly checked her head for injury.
"It's Pam, how is this possible?" the blond asked, hands out in front of her as if she would spook Sookie causing her to run. But as Sookie caught sight of the fangs coming from the blond called Pam all she could see was the road coming towards her faster.
"Pamela, I am not interested in what you found at the side of the road" growled a deep voice. Sookie came too, looking around she was on a dark leather couch, in an office. Shelves with a mixture of liquor bottles and boxes of paper work adorned one wall. There was a desk and a huge leather office chair behind it, two chairs In front of it. "Master, Please she's in your office, she passed out" the voices seemed to come from beyond the door. Sookie spotted her purse.
Quietly she reached for it, plucking out the 'Firestar' hand gun. She was grateful her gloves were still on as she didn't need to pick up any residual emotions from the strange place she was in. Gently she clicked the safety off.
"I don't need your help finding a woman, especially not ones that you have picked up from the side of the road." The male voice now sounded more annoyed than ever.
"Well, if you don't want her can I keep her? I think I'll bond with her. I was going to keep her friend but I'll take them both." said the female voice, just behind the door. Sookie shook her head, what the hell was going on here.
"Child, you are trying my patience. I don't want a filthy Fangbanger, ENOUGH!"
"SHE NOT A FANGBANGER, COULD YOU JUST TAKE A LOOK, " shouted the female voice. The sound breaking wood, hell even walls breaking sounded, followed seconds later by, "Master I meant no disrespect, you will want this one, I am only trying to make you happy."
Sookie had heard enough she needed to get out of here, she had entered the fucking twilight zone. These people, were mental. Behind the desk set high into the wall was small windows, too high to climb out off. She checked her cell it seemed to have no signal. The office phone on the desk lay smashed. Her heart thudded in her chest like something that was caged and was desperate to be freed. She was trapped and she could feel the fear rising in her.
"What's that smell?" boomed the male voice.
"The Human I brought you, it's delectable is it not. She is awake and scared just like you used to like them." Said the female voice, she sound teasing.
Sookie was not going to be some victim, oh no siree. She made sure she had a bullet in the chamber. She slowed her breathing and pointed the gun at the door with both hands on the gun, she relaxed her grip allowing the blood to flow to her fingers once again. She hadn't realised how tight she been holding the gun.
"Well a look, wouldn't hurt" Sookie heard the male voice say, she took a deep breath to steady herself. The door to the office swung open. There stood the most handsome man Sookie had ever seen. He was dressed in black jeans a black wife beater top, that clung to every inch of his glorious toned, sexy body. He had the most beautiful intense blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair. Had she not dyed her own, Sookie thought it would almost be the exacted same colour as hers was naturally. But that's not what struck her the most, what struck her the most; was that this was how she imagined her Viking to look, only this was better. Yum.
She stared slacked jawed at him and he at her. Then his eyes flicked to her gun, suddenly she remembered that she was in a strange office and no sign of Amelia. She looked at the gun, then back up to the blond man and the woman called Pam.
"Don't anyone fucking move, where is Amelia and my corvet?" Sookie sounded a lot more confident than she felt.
"Amelia?" the blond man asked looking over at the woman called Pam, "She was in a cherry red corvet just like yours, only she doesn't remember me either, don't ask me how it's possible" said Pam.
"Hello.... FYI, I am the one with the gun, my friend Amelia, get her NOW," Sookie snarled.
The blond Adonis looked amused, Sookie's core clenched as he smirked. Can you get Stockholm syndrome this quickly Sookie wondered to herself. Stockholmsyndrome is a term used to describe a paradoxical psychological phenomenon where in hostages express adulation and have positive feelings towards their captors that appear irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims, well that's how wiki would define it.
"Go ahead ask her, her name?" smirked Pam to the blond man. The man cocked an eyebrow.
"You already know my name bitch, so how about you do what I ask before I start shooting" Sookie responded wondering why they looked so calm when she had a gun pointed at them.
"Wow, it's like her, only not. You know how to use that little girl?" the man gestured towards the gun, his voice dripped with pure sex. Oh lordy.
"At this range I won't miss, but if you don't believe me pick a bottle," Sookie answered confidently. Being able to hear people's thoughts hadn't endeared the population to her, not one bit. She bought a gun, learned how to shot and to shot well. People were sick fuckers, period. Sookie knew better than anyone there was a tiny thin line that could make people snap. When that line snapped she fully intended to make damn sure she was armed.
"Jack Daniel's" called the woman.
Seconds later the Jack Daniels shattered spilling amber liquid down the shelf, Sookie already had the gun pointed back at the couple in the door way. She was grateful to be able to shoot something as she had been getting cramp in her trigger finger.
"Impressive, Miss...." said the blonde man.
" It's Ms Stackhouse..... now that we have introduced ourselves mind getting my friend and we'll be off" snapped Sookie, she was getting more and more pissed off by the second. Most people would be scared to have gun shoved in their face, but not these two yahoo's.
"So you know who I am?" the man asked.
"No and I don't care. Now you listen to me buddy, tell your flunky she's got one minute to get my friend Amelia before I stick a bullet in your head." Sookie didn't have to keep her voice steady anymore as by now she was TICK OFF. How the blond man had longed to be called buddy, many nights he would have given anything to hear that again. It's funny when you lose someone dear to you, you expect to miss all the good stuff. But the reality is you miss, the negative stuff just as much, maybe even more so.
"Buddy, buddy..... Sookie is that really you?" suddenly this big powerful man looked lost, small even if that were possible.
"Don't call me that, only my friends get to call me that. I don't know you. Now back up...... are you people slow or something? GET MY FRIEND ..... LET ME LEAVE, simple enough for ya?" she gestured with the gun as she spoke. Her mind screaming; what the bloody hell is going on?
"May I smell you?" asked the man.
"You want to sniff me like some fucking animal..... you people are nuts....." but before she could finish the blond man, moved in a blur. He had fangs. FANGS? Sookie fired at point blank range, two maybe three shots before she fainted.
Sookie's eye lids fluttered open, she felt like she was floating there was buzz of voices far away. When her eyes had fully opened she looked up to the face of a blond man, she'd seen him before but it was hazy, fuzzy. She felt drunk but she didn't drink. Did she? No she was certain she didn't drink.
"You look like Eric, but only sexier," she slurred on her little cloud of bliss, where I am? she though. Looking around she seemed to be in a bed room.
"I am, Eric...... We had to give you something to keep you calm. What are you? Are you really her?," he whispered, the last bit as if the words caused him pain.
"You are not Eric, Eric is not real..... I made him up." she smiled and answered dreamily, lifting her hand to her face, looking at her fingers. "I've got fingers...there cool. Oh My! My gloves are gone.... mus.... mustn't be without them, that would be bad. Very bad." Sookie struggled to get up, but was gently held down.
"Why would that be bad, Sookie?" he asked patiently.
"Oh..... you wouldn't believe me- silly. Mustn't tell anyone Shhh!," she smiled, as her eyes rolled slightly.
"What mustn't you tell anyone?" he asked, smiled reassuringly.
"I am an empath, I need the gloves so I won't get infected by other people's emotions. Also I can read people's minds and sometimes I see how they die, in really, really, really scary visions. Or I know stuff about them. I am a freak, my family are all freaks, freaky freaky freeeeeaky" she almost sang at the end.
"Shh, you not a freak, that's quite a lot of gifts you have there," he smiled at her, processing all that she had said, this Sookie seemed to have even more powers. As he gazed at the woman laying on his bed, he was overcome with sadness. His precious Sookie had died four years ago along with her friend Amelia, killed by Dermot her own great uncle. He had killed her at first light by the time he could get to her, it was too late to turn her. Now this strange woman who looked like Sookie, only she had brown hair and his Sookie had been a bit slimmer. But this woman smelt like a fair maiden. She smelt almost like the first time he had met his Sookie .
Gifts? do they have receipt? can I take them back get something better" Sookie laughed at her own joke.
"Lover, why does it say Susannah on your driver's license when your name is Sookie?" he asked, he could have kicked himself for calling her Lover.
"Lover, I am not your lover..... that something the Viking sex god would say. Shhhh, I am virgin on the account, I am a freak. Men especially make me sick, I can totally throw up everywhere sometimes their emotions and thoughts are soooo disgusting." Her eye's wide she flung her arms wide hitting him on the arm. "Opps" she giggled.
"Hey, I can't hear you!" she suddenly said looking shocked, trying to keep her eyes focused. She tried to grab him but missed. The difficulty being, she couldn't quite focus.
He took her hand holding it to his face. Desperately wanting it to be his Sookie , "Oh my God why can't I feel you? This is amazing, your face is feels so nice." She grinned.
"I feel funny, like I am swimming in honey. This bed is soft, like your face" she slurred.
"Susannah?"
"Yes, you have pretty eye's...... I think I crashed my car, oh man I love that car!" smirked Sookie.
"What do you remember before your tire blew on your car?" he asked
"Eric?"
"Yes"
"I don't think this is real life...... I would like it, if you kiss me," blushed Sookie, thinking this couldn't be real life so she might as well make the most of it.
"I would very much like to kiss you, but I won't take advantage off you" he said scenting her arousal, Odin please have mercy on me, Eric thought. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her and have her call his name.
"What kinda dream is this? This blows...... I can't get laid even in my own dream. My life sucks!" she wailed.
Eric picked up a salty tear popping it in his mouth. Mmm. "Master, I am sorry to disturb you but Thalia found these...... they are most unnerving," Spoke Pam in Swedish.
She handed him a stack of books, "What are they? Where did she find them?" he answered in Swedish.
"They where found in her Corvet, they are books about your Sookie, detailed accounts of her life most unflattering in some aspects. Why is she leaking?" Pam asked the last part in English.
"Pam? you think I am pretty don't you? He won't even give me a kiss....... this dream sucks, I've never been kissed." Huffed Sookied.
Pam sniggered, "Oh Master, this is hysterical. I'll kiss you sweet Sookie," Eric growled at Pam as her fangs descended. He was busy looking over the books by a Charlaine Harris.
"Oh Pam, your the best, but I want my first kiss to be with a man. Besides I wrote you to have a thing for Amelia" Sookie replied still hurt that Eric had rejected her.
"What do you mean, wrote me?" she asked.
Sookie asked, "Can you keep a secret?" Pam nodded, Eric glared at her. "I am Charlaine Harris, I created the Sookieverse when I was only sixteen. I can't even get laid by one of my own characters" Sookie roared with laughter. "How sad am I? Amelia thinks I'll be the oldest virgin in the world" her face turn sombre.
Pam looked shocked and amused all at the same time, "how do you know these details about Sookie Stackhouse?" she asked.
"I am her, I made her up but it's kinda me at the same time....... it was an escape, with me being a freak and all. You know a way for me to express myself, although I write her so stubborn to piss people off- because I can. It's my personal fuck you to the world. Do you think maybe I am lying by the side of the road bleeding to death, that's why I am hallucinating?"
"Don't be ridicules, you are safe in your bed, tell me more of Charlaine Harris" Pam continued, Eric was impressed she was getting so much out of her.
"My Gran, who I live with pretends to be Charlaine Harris, she does all the book signings gives me ideas what to do with my characters. Not much to tell. I write like a son of a bitch and then take fab trips abroad, tan- it's my only vice, well that and reading. I just finished my new book today- woo hoo."
"Master, these books can't be found on any website or data base, I had Bill look into it. What kinda of magic is this? Where is this Sookie from?" Pam asked Eric.
"Oooo Bill, Eric doesn't like him, hell half the world doesn't like him. But they don't understand him..... he's the patsy, the poor guy that's never gets it right because he hates what he is and doesn't believe in himself, therefore lies to get what he wants. Which works for a while, then when it's toooooo late he gets it! finally understands. I love him, I'd bet he would kiss me." Sookie tried to get up, but her body just wouldn't fully co operate.
"That's a pretty accurate description of Bill- Fool" Eric said
"Don't get your panties in wad, big boy. You get the girl!" Sookie laughed.
Pam openly laughed, "Oh my God, she's a hoot! " she became more serious "Her companion, was extremely intoxicated. Wanted to know if I kissed a girl and liked it? Also if I had any cherry chapstick? Kept repeating Sookie, shouldn't be on her own and it's not safe for strange people to touch her. Blah blah blah." Pam added.
"Touch her, Pam" Eric said
"oh masters, how I longed for you to share, do you wish to watch?" Pam said moved to the side of the bed.
"Not like that, just hold her hand" Eric still engrossed in the books, learning several things. He had no idea Sookie had been such a complex person, how much she had resented his world. She had even thoughts about having both him and Bill at the same time, he was shocked. Didn't stop his cock from straining in his pants. Regretting deeply he'd not pushed her more sexually.
"Noo, don't touch me" Sookie begged, Pam grabbed her arm in a vice like grip, Sookie struggled as much as she could.
"I can't hear you, I can't feel you," Sookie's joy was short lived, as she froze, image after image came to her in a rush. Sookie screamed, till there was no more air in her lungs. Pam dropped her arm immediately, Sookie scrambled to the opposite corner of the bed. Hugging her knees to her, she rocked trying to comfort her self. "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay she mumbled again and again, staring blankly.
Eric looked at Pam, Pam looked at Eric. She had not a clue to what had just happened. "Sookie, it's Eric are you okay?" he asked.
"It's not real, it's not real," she repeated over and over again. "Gran I need my pills.....Gran, Please" she sobbed, the please barely a whisper. "Please make it stop, please Gran" the sobs where come in dry heaves.
"Eric?" Pam asked.
"I believe she just had a psychic vision, Sookie?" Eric spoke softly shifting his weight on the bed and crawled towards her. Taking her in his arms he held her tight, breathing in her wonderful scent. May be the gods had been kind to him this night and given him a second chance.
"Sookie, hush it's okay. I am not going to let anything happen to you, I promise. Your safe here, everything gonna be okay" he assured her, Pam cocked an immaculate eye brow at her maker. She hoped that this was not some, witches at work or some other magic. She truly hoped with her whole being that their Sookie had come back to them, it didn't matter how. If this was a trick hell it's self would not be a safe enough place to hide, from her makers wrath, she would not be far behind.
Sookie seemed to calm, in Eric's grip. He was rubbing soothing circles on her back. Pam remembered, back to a time when Eric had done the same to her, in her early years when she was weak and still sought comfort. Hopefully Eric would see sense this time and just turn her. She smiled at the thought of a new sister; perhaps she would become a maker too and turn Amelia. Food for thought as they say, Pam stored her mental ponderings away for later.
"Pam?" Sookie weakly asked.
"Yes, can't you see I am busy. That fool Compton didn't know Sookie was a virgin, how could he not smell that? Asshat" Pam had her nose stuck in the Dead until Dark book. "I am surprised Sookie even wanted sex after that, I am flabbergasted she let him near her again."
"Well he's no Viking, that's for sure" Sookie blushed profusely realizing what she had just said and to whom. Could this get any more fucked up, she thought. Was she really in a room with two of her fictional characters? or had she finally lost the plot? (pun intended) and had that psychotic break after all. I am dying or mad, it can't be anything else. It could be both.
Pam laughed, even Eric chuckled Sookie just laughed too if she was crazy she might as well have fun. Suddenly it wasn't funny anymore. Sookie looked into Eric's eyes, her breath caught. She became aware of her own heart beat, thundering in her chest. Eric large hand cupped her face, then his lips were on her. She moaned against them. His tongue darted into her mouth duelling with hers. She moved in his lap, burning for some friction.
This movement, brought Eric to the surface of his lust that threatened to drown them both. Sookie whimpered with the lost of him "I will not take advantage of you. You are drugged, I should not have kissed you," he hissed
"I want this every bit, as much as you. Besides I am not even sure, this isn't all in my head." Sookie spoke the pain between her legs, throbbing with need. She moved closer to him, shyly she moved his hair out of his face. Searching his eyes, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He could kiss like house on fire. She couldn't hear him at all. She could not come up with one reason why this was a bad idea. He clearly wanted her, anyone could see by the bulge in his pants.
"Give me one good reason, not to. I might be laying in a pool of my own blood, by the side of the road. If I am dying, I want to go out in style- if you're really Eric Northman, you're all about style" she grinned looking up through her lashes at him.
"Pam Leave us," Eric growled.
"Sookie, I don't know what's going on? You died four years ago. You and Amelia, died. Yet here you are. I really want you...." he motioned to his straining fly on his jeans. Sookie randomly, wondered if some could lose an eye if one of those buttons were to pop right off. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the thought of what lay beneath the straining cloth.
"Shh.... you want me, I want you... what's the fucking problem?...... I never met a man I couldn't hear in my mind. You don't want me to be the oldest virgin in the world do you? Come'on help a gal out." she smiled brightly.
Eric roared with laughter, "you're a real ticket, never a dull moment." he picked up Sookie's hand, "I won't sleep with you, while you are under the influence. I won't have you angered at me because you later accuse me off taking advantage."
Sookie snatched back her hand, "whatever, you should go....."
"Urgggh! You are so fucking annoying. I was going to suggest that I give you my blood"
"Really?"
"I would always be able too....."
She cut him off "... feel me, yeah I know, I wrote it. Okay, yes, I'll take your blood" yippee, she was going to have sex with Eric Northman, she thought. As hallucinations go, this was the best-oh yeah!.
"What no argument? Just yes?" Eric asked, not believing he had just offered his blood to this stranger, yet deep inside he felt, he knew her.
Sookie just smile, picked up his wrist and licked, before bitting down, Hard. Her mouth filled with sticky, sweet liquid and pulling deeply, drinking down the blood she moaned against his wrist.
"Ahhh, fuck Sookie," Eric gasped, at the surprise. Sookie could feel her head clearing. The heat between her legs was now an out of control bush fire. She took a look around, stared at the blond man in front of her, Oh God he was gorgeous. He had fangs, she reached out and traced them with her finger. When she had determined they were really, the only logical conclusion she could come to was that, this indeed was some hallucination. In for a penny, in for a pound. She mused.
"How do you feel?" Eric asked his voice thick and husky.
"Why don't you come over here and see," she flirted.
His eye's changed to a dark sapphire, blazed with fire; as he slowly, carefully, came over to her. Cupping her face in his large hand, she leaned into it, "I've missed you so much" he spoke.
"Mmm" Sookie responded, because she really didn't know what to say, to that. His lips crashed down on hers, she responded by moulding her body to his. In her inexperience she cut her lips on his fangs, the taste of blood blossomed in their mouths. Eric moaned as the sweet nectar hit his lips. Somehow sweeter than he remembered; but still the unmistakable taste of his beloved.
Sookie tensed at the taste of her own blood. "Relax Lover I've got you, I've got you" Eric voice was heated, rough and full of need. Sookie relaxed into his arms, drawing a deep breath into herself. Nerves bubbling up, scared she would not be able to do this, what if she was really bad at it? her mind cast out random thoughts.
"Sookie what's wrong, why are you scared?" Eric asked.
"I am scared because; I've never done it before" she blushed.
"Shhh, it will be perfect, you'll be perfect. Close your eyes, just feel." He cooed.
Sookie felt a rush of air, as she closed her eyes. Music came on, low and sexy. She smiled. She felt her body more naked, in a flash her dress had been removed; leaving her only in her bra and panties. She gasped. Feather light touches stroked her body, one hand cupped her breast, easing it out of the bra. Talented fingers tweaked and flicked her nipple. "Urgh, oh God!" she moaned.
She yelped as her bra was tugged from her, "Magnificent, I love your breasts" he spoke against her skin, as his mouth descended on her bare breasts. Sookie felt dizzy at all the wonderful sensations roc king her body, "Ahhh."
Hands trailed lower, in the distance she heard a rip. Then she realised her panties were on longer covering her. Tiny kisses ghosted over her parted thighs. Sookie whimpered, she bucked her hips desperate for friction, desperate to turn the pain in her core to pleasure.
"Is this what you want, dear one?" Eric's voice hoarse with need, as he slid on finger over her slick folds.
"Oh, Yes, Yes Arghh!" she screamed as he plunged a long finger into her dripping core.
"So wet for me Lover" the scent of her arousal driving him insane with need for her. So very, very tight, have to take my time, he reminded himself.
He worked her with one finger, stretching her, preparing her for more. Her greedy little pussy took another finger in to her, be began lapping at her clit, he just wanted to taste her. As he did so, she arched so much that her whole back was of the bed, "Sweet Jesus, Sweet Jesus" she yelled.
"Does that feel good?"
"Oh God yes, so fucking good," she her voice rasped through the pleasure, her head began to thrash from side to side, a heaviness began to build low in her stomach and across her thigh's, she moaned and mewed as her breath increased.
"Yes, that's it come for me Sookie, come for me,"as he spoke the words were drowned in her screams as she came undone, star burst of white and gold exploded behind her eyes. Just as she was about to come back down, a sharp pain in her thigh, gave over to yet more pleasure and she was off again. Gasping for breath, her heart hammered in her chest. "Oh ..... ahhh....feeels.... so good, oh Eric, YES!"
She finally opened her eyes, as she heard a deep throaty laugh, she giggled like a loon. Unable to keep the smile off her lips. So that's what all the fuss is all about, she thought as she floated on her own private cloud of bliss. The orgasms she had ever experienced before that were at her own hand, there was just no comparison. In fact she wondered if all this time she had done it wrong.
Eric kissed her, chest working his way up to her neck, he lick across her pulse; causing goose bumps to break out across her flesh. Mmmm. He captured her mouth with his, taking in his time kissing her in long, lazy kisses. She laid her hands on his chest discovering it was bare. Yum. His arousal pressed against her stomach as he rocked back and forth, to the rhythm of their kissing.
"I want you, Sookie" he whispered into her ear.
"I want you too, inside me, I need you" she answered.
"Mmm, I'll be gentle, as much as I can, my need for you is just so...."
"I know, please I want this, I know it will hurt but all I can think right now is how much I want to feel you inside me" Sookie urged.
"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me" he rasped. "Look at me, Lover look at me"
She could feel him rubbing himself along her fold coating his rock hard arousal in her juices, "Relax, I've got you, this is going to feel so good Sookie, I promise"
Sookie gulped as she looked into his eyes, "I am ready."
He pushed forward, gently. "Ahh" pushing himself inch by inch into her wet, tight core. Her eyes watered, as he filled her up, scared he would lose control and hurt her. He wanted so badly to fuck her hard and fast. She moan as he pushed those last few inches, he kissed the tears that had collected at the corners on her eyes. "Your prefect, I am going to make you feel so good" he spoke.
As she adjusted to his size, the tight pain gave over to a deep pleasure. She move her hips just gently never taking her eyes of him. He took this as his cue to move inside her, slowly at first he slid in and out of her. As she moaned in approval, he deepened his thrusts. Oh God he felt so good, with each thrust the pleasure was building
"Shit, Sookie....this is the best, you are the best" Eric called as he built up tempo. His cock slid in and out of her tight opening. In and out, in and out. "Oh Oh Mmmm" she moved her hands over his ass gabbing big handfuls as the pleasure built to dizzying heights.
"Iam....Ahhhhhhhh Eriiiic!" yelled Sookie as her back arched, her core clenched sending her coming like a freight train. Causing the Viking to meet his own good time, spilling his seed deep inside her as he shouted in his native tongue.
I must have been a good girl, because I must have died at the side of the road and gone to heaven, Sookie thought Hallelujah.
"That was....."
"Yes it was" she smiled, kissing his shoulder.
"You 're are, officially de flowered" smirked Eric. Sookie blushed, hiding her face in his chest. Eric nudged her chin up wards with his nose. "Don't hide yourself from me lover. Now that was making love.... now I am going to show you fucking" he smiled.
"Oh Boy, yikes. You can't be serious." She giggled all breathy.
"Serious? Of course I am serious, I take sex very seriously. I couldn't possibly allow you to leave this bed till you have had a full education. It all part of the service ma'am" he laughed, burying his head in her neck, causing her to giggle and squeal.
Fuck her he did, on the chest of drawers, against the wall, in the shower then he made slow sweet love to her, leaving her in a content and sated asleep on the bed, just before dawn.
The next afternoon Sookie woke to a sharp rapping on the door. For a few seconds she wondered where she was, then she remembered, smiling. She winced at the delicious soreness between her legs. Hot damn.
She was pulled out of her mental ponderings by rap on the door again, "Sookie, you in there girl? It's Amelia hun."
"Come on in, doors open I think?" Sookie yelled at the direction of the door.
Amelia's thoughts hit her at a hundred miles an hour, "Sweetie what's wrong?" asked Sookie.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Fuck Sookie.... Oh my God.... I think I fucked a girl last night and had the best orgasm of my fucking life. Sweet Jesus, I am a dyke..... she left me a note saying she'll see me tonight.... we are in a strange fucking house. Oh God did I mention I think I drank too much and FUCKED a GIRL!" Amelia despaired, yelling the last part.
"Okay, take a deep breath. First off, I don't think dyke is a very PC term. If you had the best orgasm of your life, couldn't have been all bad, right?" Sookie scooted deeper under the covers, worried that she would set her friend of again.
"That's just the problem, I fucking loved it....... oh sweet Jesus, mother Mary and Joseph's. I mean I was drunk, I keep thinking it couldn't have been that good right? Right?"
"May be, it was just that good. You gonna find out, sober?" asked Sookie. Inside doing the happy dance, Amelia moved from disastrous relationship to disastrous relationship. Sookie had long suspected it was because Amelia really batted for the other team.
"You know, I think I am ...... so how was your night?" Amelia asked.
Sookie grinned like Chester cat that had got the cream and won the lottery.
"Shit Sookie, what?..... oh lordy, I know that look" Amelia exclaimed.
"Well let's just say John Wayne has got nothing on me" she squealed with the biggest smile Amelia had ever seen on her best friend's face.
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