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Rated M for Sexual abuse, Rape and Torture.
My Living Hell
SPOV
My name is Sookie Stackhouse this is my story up until the day that I died…
I grew up in the bum fuck town of Bon Temps, Louisiana. At age 4, I lost my entire family with the exception of my brother Jason he was 7 and my Uncle Bartlett. We both ended up staying with him.
When I started school it was a hard thing since I was Telepathic. I had no friends, people thought I was crazy and flat out avoided me. Jason and I stuck close together in the first nine years staying with our uncle. He taught me to read and write. What he didn't, I taught myself by reading books. He was very protective of me.
Uncle Bartlett, he was a very ugly person. He started abusing Jason sexually as soon as we moved in. Some nights I'd go into his room to sleep with him after I'd wake from a nightmare of the night my Dad, Mom, and Gran died. When Uncle Bartlett come to mess with Jason and found me with him, he would slap me in the face and send me back to my room. I never knew what I did wrong at the time being only 4 years old. All I wanted was the comfort of my big brother.
As I got older I found out. Jason took the brunt of it, offering his self in my place. I would sometimes wake and find Jason missing and when I went to look for him I'd find him asleep in some very strange places. He'd either be in the bathtub, or under the dinner table, or up on the closet shelf.
When he turned 16 and me 13, Jason had had enough. He walked in on Uncle Bartlett in the process of raping me. He beat Uncle Bartlett senseless, and he ended up in the hospital, while Jason in Juvenile detention. Jason was hoping on killing him, unfortunately we weren't so lucky. We tried to tell them what happened, but of course they didn't believe us due to us being the crazy Stackhouse children and Uncle Bartlett being the upstanding citizen that took in two troubled relatives. The last thing Jason said to me before he was taken away was… "Get out Sis, leave as soon as you can."
Once Uncle Bartlett got better he turned his all his attentions to me now that Jason was no longer available. I was his slave. I cooked, cleaned and "serviced" him. He would say things like I owed him for taking care of me, that I was in a way his wife and that's what they did. Disgusting! But I had no choice. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn too.
He would often pass me around to his disgusting friends as "favors". Can you imagine being violated repeatedly by different men and know what they're thinking and what they think of you? I'll tell ya' it doesn't build your self confidence growing up. I believed them. Hell, I didn't know any better. I had no one telling me anything different.
The fucking piece of shit finally died when I turned 17. Jason was supposed to be released from Juvi at age 18, but had gotten into so much trouble while locked up they moved him up to the adult prison he was now 20. It was way up in Illinois, so I couldn't even go and visit him. I missed him so much.
Uncle Bartlett had nothing, didn't own the house we stayed in, sold both Gran's and my parent's homes to drink and gamble. So now I was homeless and now I was on my own.
I moved to Shreveport to find work. I got hired serving tables for the graveyard shift at a diner called The Spot. It was a cool little place, not many people around that time so that was good 'cause with my disability I had a hard time keeping people out. I stayed to myself mostly. I couldn't be sociable and I couldn't stand to be touched. Night after night I'd work then go to the motel I rented and I'd sleep during the day since it's the only time I felt safe.
Three months after I was attempting to pick up the pieces of my life. My life turned from living nightmare to living hell. The diner was two blocks from my motel and made the trek without incident every night until one night I was attacked.
The guy pushed me face first into a wall with one hand covering my mouth so I couldn't scream out. He tore at the skirt of my uniform and ripped off my panties, then started to thrust his self in me. He was different, cold and I realized I couldn't 'hear' him. I was scared to death. I never believed in God, 'cause after everything Jason and I had been through how could he exist? Still I hoped and prayed to him that this guy would just do his thing and then leave me, unfortunately for me that didn't happen.
I felt him bite into my neck and start to drink my blood. My head was spinning at the implications of what was happening. He stopped suddenly and made a hissing noise. Then whispered in my ear… "What are you?" he didn't let me answer, instead he knocked me out.
I woke up sometime later in a dark room with my wrists cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling. There was a faint glow in the middle of the room that looked like the form of a man.
'What was he? Was he… no fucking way! That was just impossible' I thought to myself. Vampires existed in books and the movies. There's no way this was really happening. There had to be some sort of other explanation. So I waited until the answers would come. It felt like hours when I passed out again from being so tired. My arms were so sore from just hanging there.
My captor slapped me awake. He had dark eyes and dark hair with sideburns that looked like he was one of those guys my Gran had pictures of from the club she founded "The Descendants of the Glorious Dead." He was actually very good looking, even though he was pale as death, and his face was twisted in anger.
"What are you?" he hissed.
"What are you?" I asked and he slapped me.
"Answer my question!" he yelled.
"I don't know, Human? What the fuck do you think I am?" I spat. I went to kick him for hitting me again and he caught my leg and broke it. I screamed in pain.
"You will learn obedience." He said looking into my eyes. I could feel a tickling in the back of my head as I continued to scowl at him. The look on his face was one of shock. He got behind me, I heard a crunching noise and then he put his wrist in front of me "Drink." He said putting it up to my mouth. I shook my head no. Then he kicked my broken leg and I let out a wail then he stuck his wrist in my mouth and yanked my head back and told me to drink so I did.
When he pulled it away he left the room. The taste was different it wasn't what normal blood taste like that penny rust flavor, but more like a bitter type of fruit. I couldn't tell ya' what kind, Uncle Bartlett wasn't exactly the model caretaker.
The next few days I guessed… I didn't actually know how long I've been locked up chained to the ceiling… but every night… if he was a Vampire and the stories were true… he'd come in, do depraved things to me, and take my blood, then give me his. He never said a word to me. The only thing that gave me anything close to comfort was that I couldn't hear what he was thinking when he repeatedly violated me. What did make me weary was with his blood in me. I couldn't help to feel like I needed him, like I wanted him.
He finally unchained me after the third time giving me his blood and moved me into another room. I stayed there 24/7 there was a bathroom and no windows. He'd bring me things to read and eat. All the food was healthy stuff; I couldn't even stomach to eat. One night he finally spoke to me.
"You aren't eating. You're losing too much weight." He said. 'Well thank you captain obvious', I thought. Fuck him, I was gonna kill myself with starvation if he wasn't planning on doing it. Besides the stuff he brought for me sucked. "Take these." He said as he handed me some vitamin supplements and a glass of water. I threw them on to the floor. "Do I need to punish you?" he asked dryly. I rolled my eyes and picked them up, and then popped them into my mouth swallowing them dry hoping I'd choke on them.
"What's your name?" I asked... Why? I have no clue.
"You will call me Master." I started to laugh and was shut up with a slap to the face, then he left the room. A little while later he brought in a steak with vegetables. I was so hungry I ate it. He kept up with the more protein filled foods, since I ate that. I felt like he was fattening me up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
The next few months went on much the same. He stopped giving me blood unless he took a beating too far and needed to heal me, but he fed from me every night. One night he brought me some clothes that looked like it belonged to a hooker. I got dressed and dreaded the evening's festivities. To my surprise he said we were going out. He told me to keep my head and eyes down. I struggled to look out my peripheral to see where we were headed, but failed until we got to a gray nondescript building. It was plain on the outside, nothing on it to distinguish what it was.
"When we enter, you will address me as Master, you will not speak unless I speak to you, and you will keep your eyes to the ground at all times. If you break these rules you will be punished. Is that clear?" he said. I nodded in compliance.
He got out and walked around the car to open my door, I got a chance to see there was a shopping center behind it. It was closed for the night, but I knew where I was so the first opportunity I got I was gonna bolt. When we approached the door to the building, a slat in it opened, then closed, then the door opened. From my vantage point I could see black shinny leather lace up boots that ended at the knees.
"Who's your friend?" a woman said in a sweet but bored sounding voice.
"She is Mine!" he hissed. I snuck a peek and saw her roll her eyes. She was beautiful. She had straight blond hair, couldn't tell the color of her eyes, and she about my height with the stiletto heels of her boots.
Then she stepped to the side and we walked in. As I passed I could have sworn she smelt me. Once we entered the main area of the place thoughts started to barrel into my brain, all the thoughts were either of sex or sounded like white noise. I stopped short and closed my eyes and pushed them all out and concentrated on the asshole's empty brain. He yanked on my arm pulling me to a booth, sat me in it, and then left to the bar. I took the opportunity to take a look around.
The whole place was covered in red, black, and gray. There were dancers on little stages with poles. They were all Vampires I thought by the way they moved. There was a main stage on it was a huge blonde Vampire sitting on what looked like a throne. He himself looked bored as hell, looking like he was staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. I could feel the 'Master' come back so I put my eyes back to the table. He sat a glass of red wine in front of me and ordered me to drink it, then he started to feed off of me.
A man's thoughts came to me all of a sudden. He wanted the big blond Vampire to feed from him. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw the blonde Vampire kick the guy and sent him flying next to the booth that I was in. Then two other vampires started to feed off of him. I looked at the bastard keeping me and his fangs were down. He grabbed my hand and made me stroke him while he watched. I couldn't watch it anymore so I just kept my eyes shut. After he came I asked permission to wash my hand and he made me clean it with my mouth. He finally relented an hour later (after I begged to use it) to let me go to the ladies room.
"If you try anything stupid, I will punish you. If you try to leave, you have had my blood, I will always find you." he said and suddenly I was filled with terror, which was odd 'cause I wasn't scared at all.
When I went in, it wasn't even a ladies room it was unisex and it was surprisingly clean. There was a Vampire on a bench feeding off of a human while finger fucking her. I quickly ran into the one empty stall. I closed the door and sat to cry with my head in my hands, but thought better of it. So I got up to go wash my hands. When I opened the door I found that female blonde vampire standing there, smirking at me.
"Well aren't you a pretty little thing." She asked with her head cocked to the side. I immediately pointed my eyes to the ground.
"Ex…cuse me." I said and walked past her and she smelt me again. At the same time the 'Master' aka fuck wad came in and hissed at the female Vampire she laughed and left. I quickly finished washing my hands, then he twisted my hair in his hand, and dragged me out of the club.
When we got to his house he stripped me of the dress and threw me on to the bed. He pushed my face into the mattress and mounted me and shoved his dick into my ass. I've been entered there before and it hurt every time. This hurt so much more 'cause at least the other times they took some preparations. His thrusts were hard and really fast. My cry was muffled by the bed, I struggled to turn my head so could get a breath. But he kept my head in place and finally after a few more thrusts. He pulled me up by my hair and bit into my neck. When he was done, he pushed me back onto the bed and left the room.
When my breath calmed I picked myself up, then painfully made my way to the bathroom in my room and washed off the blood streaming down my legs. I saw that the bite on my neck was still bleeding as well. The bastard didn't even heal it like he usually did. I sank down on the shower floor and cried.
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EPOV
After the club closed I was in my office going over the nightly sales. There was something different in the atmosphere earlier tonight, though I couldn't quite put a finger on it.
"Did you see Bill's tasty new pet?" My child Pam asks as she enters.
"No. Compton was in tonight? I didn't notice." I replied still eyeing my work.
"Not that you would. Who is he, but a worthless waste of Vampire?" She says in her bored tone. I continue to look at the reports as she is right Compton is of no threat and does not register on my attention scale most times he is in the club. "But the pet, now she was different. I've never smelt a bloodbag like that one before. Doesn't seem like the typical fangbanger either." Now she had my attention. Pam does not usually comment on other Vampires' pets.
"What do you know?" I ask surprised at her interest level.
"He's Bonded to her." She sits at the edge of my desk wagging her eye brows.
"So, that is not surprising." I blow off her excitement.
"No, but these days it's usually glamour keeping a pet obedient. I haven't sensed a Blood-Bond in over a century." She said… hmmm now that I think about it I haven't either. What is different about this pet of Bill's that he would go to such an extreme?
A few weeks later out on my throne enthralling the vermin, my senses are open and a sweet smell hit's me. I zero in on where it came from and see Compton and his pet slide into a booth. My Child approaches me and tells me of their arrival.
I watch their interaction out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't see her face as it was bowed to the table. While taking the rest of her in, I had to disagree with my Child. Seeing her long blonde hair, voluptuous body in the tight black latex dress was beautiful for sure, but the bite marks that littered her throat gave me pause. With the exception of her scent there's nothing I find impressive. I turn my attention away from them and sink into downtime.
The next few months past and each time Compton visited, his pet's scent brought my attention back to her. There was something different about this one. I watch her intently this night and see her face ripple with various emotions disgust being the most prominent. Though I couldn't see why… she had not looked up from the table their entire time here. When I see Compton reach out to touch her face she recoils. When he voices his disappointment of her disobedience, I notice her scowl at him. 'Interesting' I say to myself. I call to my Child for her to fetch Compton and his pet for an audience.
"Sheriff." He says as he nods.
"Bill, how have you been?" I ask and her head shoots up in my direction and she lets out a peal of a laugh, which is immediately silenced by the back of Compton's hand. Once the scent of her blood hits my nose, it flares and quickly gets the attention of every other Vampire in the club. I call my Child.
"Pamela, get Miss…" I ask looking at her she hesitantly looks to Bill and he nods.
"Sss…Stackhouse." She replies with her head bowed.
"Get Miss Stackhouse cleaned up." They walk off and Bill's eyes follow their retreat.
While they are gone I make idle chit chat with him. I do not care too much for what he has to say, I am more interested in his pet's reaction to him. It's against vampire law to have an unwilling pet it being a danger to our secrecy. But what makes it more concerning to me is that she doesn't seem to be in his sway even with the Bond. When they return I offer her and Compton to sit.
"Sheriff, thank you for your hospitality, but we must be on our way." He grabs her arm and she stiffens, then she glances under her eyelashes at me.
"Nonsense." I say and gesture to the seats next to me. He reluctantly sits and pulls her onto his lap. I notice her grimace of pain when he digs his fingers into her thighs.
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SPOV
For some reason I am relieved we caught the attention of this blonde Vampire. The whole time I was in the bathroom with the Female she was asking me questions making small talk, but I couldn't make my mouth work. I was terrified of my punishment waiting for me at Bill's (ha-ha) Bill what kinda fucking name is that for a Vampire?
When we went back out the big blonde one asked us to sit. It was clear he was in charge. I hoped that he was different from Bill. I needed to get away from him. I was certain tonight would be my last night on earth. I welcomed death so many nights since I can remember, but I didn't want to die by this prick's hands or fangs.
When he spoke again it felt like a blanket of warmth wrapping around me.
"So Miss Stackhouse tell me, what did you find that was so funny earlier?" he asked airily. I didn't respond, with Bill's pressure on my legs I kept quiet.
"You are safe to speak to me Miss Stackhouse. Bill will not punish you here." He said and I dared to look into his eyes.
They were a beautiful blue, like sapphires. I took in his entire face and body. He was so beautiful, but still manly, he was shirtless his stomach and arms were cut and muscular, the really tight leather pants he was wearing showed off another very large part of his anatomy. As much as I was disgusted with men, this one made me falter. Bringing my attention back to his eyes, I still couldn't say anything. I just stared into those depths of blue and lost myself in them. Suddenly I felt a tickling in the back of my head I only got around Vampires it even happened with the blonde female earlier. I quickly came back to myself and he looked concerned.
"Bill, why don't you go and get Miss Stackhouse something to drink." He said looking straight ahead. I had to stifle another giggle. It was just too fucking weird hearing his name.
"She is Mine, Sheriff." He said between clenched teeth.
"Are you defying an order, Compton?" the blonde said with a look that scared the piss out of me.
"Are you ordering me, Sheriff?" he countered, Then in a flash I was sitting in the chair next to his throne and Bill was sliding across the floor into the bar knocking over chairs and tables as he went.
"Now Miss Stackhouse, please." He asks, it didn't even look like he moved. He sat in the exact same position he was in before Bill went across the room.
"I was laughing at his name. He never told me what is was." I said nodding in Bill's direction. The grin that was on the blonde Vampires face was pure sex. I never wanted someone so bad in my entire life.
"I'm curious, why do you find it funny?" he asks.
"I don't know Vampires usually have exotic names like Trysten, or Gizelle, or something like that… but Bill? Pamela?" I chuckled, then I bit my bottom lip thinking about how stupid I just made myself sound. I couldn't believe I felt so comfortable with this Vampire.
"We were humans once. Bill isn't that old he kept his human name, so did my Child." he shrugged.
"Your Child?" I asked at the same time thought... 'What the fuck? Vampire can have kids?'
"Yes I made her, Vampire." he smiled at my confused look.
"You killed her." I stated
"She does not think so." He shrugged
"How old are you?" I asked
"Over a 1,000, can't be 100% positive. I was turned during the age of the Vikings, I myself am one." He said and my jaw dropped open. His long graceful fingers touched my chin and gave it a little nudge and I snapped it shut.
"So then what is your name?" I asked when I came back to myself.
"Eric." I laughed out loud. His smile was simply breathtaking. The more I talked to him I completely forgot about Bill, until I felt his rage through his blood it about knocked me over. I trembled and looked to Eric with panic written all over my face while his face contorted in anger.
"Do you wish to leave Bill?" I looked at him with wide eyes, and thanked God for finally answering my prayers.
"Yes." I whispered.
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EPOV
Now I see the reason for the Bond. He has been keeping her by using fear and his blood to control her. It is already decided that I have to kill this woman. She cannot be glamoured therefore, is a risk to our exposure, yet I cannot bring myself to want to kill her. After talking with her more I find that she is a delightful creature, beautiful, and witty. I am surprised at her being so open with me even after being with Bill for the past few months, while witnessing all that go on in the club. Surely this was the reason for her disgust, yet she does not find me vile. Watching her lips as she speaks and her eyes as they show her expressions, I see that this is not the fangbanger I thought her to be. Pam was right, she is always right.
When I see her body shiver in fear and see it in her eyes. I know for certain that Billy boy has indeed been a very bad boy. I ask her if she wishes to leave him and for a minute she does not answer then I hear her whisper 'yes'. I look to Pam and she goes to two of my other Vampires and they then flank Compton. When they take hold of him, Pam is at my side.
"Master." She says with an excited gleam in her eyes.
"Have fun, my Child. I will take Miss Stackhouse to her home." I say as I rise and take hold of her elbow.
"Thank you, Master." She says starts to turn.
"Not too much, Pamela. Save some for me." I say. She winks then disappears.
We make our way out of the club and to my Corvette. I open the door for her, she slides in, I close it, then I am instantly sitting next to her and starting the car.
"Nice car." She says.
"Where do you live Miss Stackhouse?" I ask her.
"Sookie, call me Sookie." She said "Umm… I don't... I was staying at a motel when he took me." then she doubles over in pain. Shit! The Bond.
I am torn between my duty and what I feel for this woman. I decide to learn more about her before killing her. I really need to take her into the woods and be done with this, but for some reason I feel the strange need to protect her, so I call Pam to stop her fun with Bill and I bring her to my home.
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SPOV
I was panting after the pain subsided. What the fuck was that! I thought as we pull up to a normal looking ranch style house in a gated community. He walks me into the house disarms, then resets the alarm after shutting the door then leads me down the hall into a room.
"You may sleep here tonight." He says.
"Tonight huh?" I asked. He stared at me like I was a science experiment.
"What are you?" he whispered.
"Why do you ask that? Bill asked that same question the first night." I asked confused.
"I do not know. There is something different about you. You are not in sway to him though you are Bonded, and it seems that you are immune to glamour." He continued to stare and I felt that tickling in my brain again.
"Is that why I feel the tickling in my head when ya'll stare at me like that?" I asked.
"A tickling? Is that what you feel?" he asked. Didn't I just say that? He looked like he was mulling that over and I didn't think he needed me to repeat myself so instead I said;
"Then if you don't plan on killing me tonight, when will it be. I'd like to be prepared, ya' know?" I say jumping up to sit on the high California king bed.
"Why do you think I am going to kill you?" he asked sitting in a chair next to the bed, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees with a stone face expression.
"I'm not stupid. I know there is no way in hell you'll just cut me loose with everything I know." I say as I tap my head.
"Tell me how you came to be with Bill and everything he did to you." he demanded.
So I told him. Everything, all of it, every single embarrassing detail. Hell, I was going to die anyways right? I even went as far as to tell him about my entire life. He sat in rapt fascination, of what I couldn't tell you. I'm sure he's seen and done it all. When I was done he looked lost in thought. I couldn't take it anymore, waiting for him to debate the pros and cons of killing me or letting me live.
"So since you are going to kill me, will you at least let me have some fun with Bill too?" I ask.
"Sookie, you know that pain you felt earlier?" he asked and I nodded. "That was Bill's pain. You are Bonded to him and whatever he feels you will as well." He said. I thought about that. It wasn't fun. Then I made my decision.
"I don't care I've dealt with pain... emotional and physical all my life. If I have to feel it while causing it to him, I'll do it with a smile." I said with a straight face.
He does that sexy grin again. It somehow had a direct line to my pussy 'cause it got real wet, real fast, and his nostril flared at the same time. I got up off the bed and walked over to where he was sitting. He leaned back as I stepped in between his legs to get closer to him. I slowly knelt never taking my eyes off of his. Then I looked down and reached for the zipper of his pants with shaky hands, but he stopped me. I looked back up at him and his eyes looked hungry so I opened my throat to him. He picked me up and tossed me on to the bed. When I picked myself up I found him at the door only the profile of his magnificent face showing.
"My day girl will be here in the morning to bring you something to eat. Please make yourself comfortable." He said, then he was gone. I heard the front door open and close.
"What the fuck!" I sighed and dropped back into the bed.
Who the fuck was I kidding? He is way too good for me. He probably thinks I'm trash... not even worthy to eat. I was hoping he didn't kill that Bill bastard and let me have at him. I'd love to give him back what he gave me before I die.
I went into the opulent bathroom and took a bath. I never did that before in my life, it was fabulous. Living with a pervert all your life you learn to take quick showers. I thanked God again for the little piece of heaven I was being granted. After my bath I fell asleep for the first time in 13 years at night.
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EPOV
As I show her into the room she will be staying in, I look at her with curiosity. Never before have I come across an anomaly such as she. I voice out loud what I am thinking and she takes the question to heart. I answer her question while I continue to puzzle over this enigma standing before me and attempt to glamour her again to no avail. Very interesting, I think when she tells me that she can feel it when I do it. She shocks me once more when she knows she will be dead by my hand and doesn't seem a bit bothered by it.
She is most intriguing and I can't help but to engage her more. Indeed this human in far from naïve. When she tells me of Bill, more so of her past and that she wants to help end Compton regardless of what it will do to her. I find myself incredibly drawn her. I can't believe her spirit is still there under all the hurt and pain she was put through. When I smell her arousal I want more than anything to fuck her and taste her. When she offers herself me, I could not bring myself to take her. I throw her on the bed and leave with instructions for the following day.
I make my way back to the club and ruminate on everything that has past this evening. I stay the day there. I feel as if I can trust this human, but I did not live over a 1,000 years giving into an emotional intrusion and I still have no clue as to what she is exactly.
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SPOV
The next morning I woke up to a strange looking/sounding mind. It wasn't like a normal human mind. This one was red and hazy, kind of a snarly mess. I found a pair of pajamas on the wingback chair, just a plain cotton tank and pant set. I put it on. When I approached the kitchen I heard the sound of someone putting things into the refrigerator. I remembered that Eric said his day girl was coming so I went in to introduce myself.
"Hi, I'm Sookie." I said to the girl. She was a pretty little thing. She had short dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and pouty lips, and stood at about 5 feet.
"Maria Star." She said checking me out too.
"What are you?" I asked. Hell, I couldn't help it I was curious. I've never come across a mind like hers before and everyone kept asking me that fucking question.
"What do you mean?" she looked at me with a slight curve of her lips.
"I don't know you just seem different, no offense. I mean clearly you're not a Vampire, but since you work for one and you don't look like a pet." I said rambling.
"Obviously not a Vampire." She smiled "What about you? Its weird Mr. Northman has you here, I've never seen him bring a pet home, no offense." She said with a smirk.
"I'm not his pet. He's just… I dunno... giving me a place to stay until he kills me, I guess." She made a strangled laughing noise.
"Are you serious?" she asked I didn't think her big round eyes could get any bigger. I just shrugged. "Okay…" she turned back to the fridge. "I'm a Were." She said
"A Were? What's that?" I asked.
"A shape shifter or "Were" are humans that can change into animals. I only change into a Wolf. There are others that can shift into other animals, and then there is the pure Shifter that can turn into any animal." She explained.
"Holy shit that's cool." I said in awe. "So you're like a werewolf?" I asked.
"Not like the movies. I actually look like a wolf, not a disgusting half/half creature." She said with a smile.
She stayed for lunch and we talked a little bit more about her life and what she did. She was a photographer's assistant and worked for Eric on-call, but he was her main source of income because she said he pays so well. I didn't share too much of my life with her. I guess her thinking I was gonna die later she didn't push for anything.
"Well, enjoy the rest of your day Sookie, I really hope you were joking and he doesn't really kill ya'. I kinda like you." she said as she was getting ready to leave.
"Well thanks, likewise." She gave me a sad parting smile and left me to wander the house.
There was only one door that was locked the rest of the rooms were just bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room. It was so normal looking I couldn't believe a Vampire lived here. Maybe that was the point.
There was nothing else to do so I turned the TV on in the living room and made myself at home. He did tell me to. I fell asleep and awoke to a dark house. I turned the light on and stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours until I heard the front door click and open. I craned my neck to get a look at the door. In an instant he towered over me.
"Put these on, were going to Fangtasia." He said.
"Fangtasia?" I laughed.
"The older Vampires enjoy a good pun." He stated with a ghost of a smile.
"Okay." I laughed again "Drop dead gorgeous and a wicked sense of humor, nice." I wagged my eyebrows at him. He laughed a deep booming sound and my heart went out of control.
"Go get ready." He ordered when he stopped laughing, but still smiling. I saluted him, and then went into the room to get ready. I looked into the bag and found a pair of jeans and a red silk tank blouse, a red bra and thong. Much better taste than the bastard Bill that's for sure, I thought.
When we got to the club I chuckled again at my situation. My life went from fucked to fucking weird in 10 seconds flat. He led me down some stairs into a basement with drains in the floor and chains on the walls. There was a table with an assortment of sex toys and torture implements. Bill was chained to the ceiling and I smiled at the echo of my memory. When I got to his face it was contorted in rage. I steadied my smile widened as I steadied myself.
"William Compton, by order of the Queen of Louisiana…" I looked at Eric with a raised eyebrow "…you have been sentenced to final death for you're blatant disregard for our laws and endangering our kind to exposure." He said.
"And what of this human? She will live?" he spat.
"Miss Stackhouse is no longer of your concern, you should have dealt with her immediately upon finding she was not able to be glamoured and was not in sway to you once the Bond was made." He said. Then he turned to me.
"Well Miss Stackhouse, have at it." he said with a smile.
I walked over to the table and ran my hands over everything. I was planning on using each one with a joy I've never felt before and absolutely no fear of the pain I was about to re-experience. I saw a box of silver fish hooks and took two out then walked over to Bill. I put one between my lips and took one of his nipples between my forefinger and thumb and slowly pierced it. I was surprised at how easy it slid into his skin. I felt a tingle of pain but not at my nipple. I smelt burning flesh as I did and the hiss of pain coming from Bill made me shiver in delight. I repeated the process with his other nipple, then got the whole box and sat on the ground piercing about 6 in his dick and 3 his sack this pain hurt a little bit more, but it wasn't going to stop me.
When I was satisfied I walked back over and picked up a silver knife and made shallow cuts this pain was lasting. I looked at the wounds and they weren't healing so I put the knife down and picked up a regular steel one. This one did me some fun I sliced his skin shallow and then deeper as I went from the top of his chest to his abs and watched in fascination while it closed up. I ignored everything I felt here.
Then I got a 12 inch silver vibrator and turned to Eric. He smiled at me and walked over to Bill and pulled on a chain and it bent him over. I proceeded to violate that fucker like he did me when I was done with his ass, I shoved it into his mouth so hard it went out the back of his throat, so I left it there. The pain here was excruciating and I was getting a little tired.
I was over the slow torture I wanted to inflict the pains owed to this bastard. I walked over to the chain Eric pulled on earlier and straightened Bill back up then walked over to a sledge hammer and picked it up, it was heavy but with all the rage and anger that filled me my entire life and the adrenaline rush that I got from thinking of finally killing Bill. I went over to him and hit him in both of his knees, I fell to the grown and tears streamed down my face. Eric came to my side and helped me up but I pushed him off me. I picked the hammer back up and swung it at his chest to get a couple of ribs and I fell back down this time Eric catching me. I couldn't break his arm 'cause it was strung up so I let it go. I was beat I couldn't do anymore… I was done.
Eric saw this so he handed me a silver stake. I reached for it and he pulled back.
"Are you sure?" he questioned.
"I'm gonna feel it either way right? I might as well get the pleasure of doing it myself." I took it from him and walked up to Bill. I grabbed a hand full of his hair and made him look at me in the eye and put it to line it up with his heart. I paused and turned to Eric.
"Will the vibrator work?" I asked he chuckled shaking his head no with his arms crossed. I turned back to Bill.
"Have fun in hell you, muther fucker!" I said with malice as I shoved it in. I thought there would have been more of a show, like him exploding or whatever, but all he did was burn up like a hot coal and then flake away. I was kinda disappointed.
Once the last of Bill disintegrated I fell to my knees and I felt Eric's arms around me once again. I looked up at his beautiful face and I smiled weakly. The sudden pain that hit me was so intense I concentrated on the blue of his eyes until I drifted into the darkness.
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EPOV
I was amused at the fun Sookie was having with Bill. The look on her face when she turned to me smiling with the vibrator in her hand was priceless. I saw her tire after her blade session with him so I stepped a bit closer to her. When she started to fall the first time and she pushed me with a determination to finish what she started my fangs ran out and I got hard, she was amazing to me. When she asked if she could use the vibrator to stake him it took everything I had not to laugh out loud. When she collapsed after staking Bill I picked her up and looked into her eyes. What I felt at that moment for this woman was definitely nothing I've felt before.
I took her into my office and laid her on the sofa. I bit into my wrist and gave her some of my blood hoping she will be okay. There will no longer be any physical pain, but the emotion separation of a Bonded might be hard on her fragile mortality. She hated Bill that much was clear, so I am not certain how she will feel when she rises. I feel the dawn approaching so I fly her back to the house and strip her of the bloody clothing and bath her. Once I am done I lay her in bed and kiss her on the top of her head. She looks so peaceful. I actually prayed to the Gods that she will not be too negatively affected by the break. I retire to my chambers and think of Sookie as the dawn takes me.
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SPOV
When I woke from passing out after all the fun I had with Bill, I turned to look and find Eric sitting in the chair. He was watching me so intently. The way he looked, was like he cared about me. Never in my life has anyone looked at me that way. I wanted him more than ever.
"How long was I out?" I asked him.
"A couple of nights." Was his reply as he stood and approached the bed.
He stopped and stood at the edge of the bed. I got up and crawled to him. I put my hands under his shirt and ran my hands over his abs and chest, then looked up to his eyes, and stretched up to kiss his perfect lips. He bent to meet mine. It started tentative, testing at first. Then we deepen the kiss and with a low growl he picked me up by my ass and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Still kissing he lowered me to the bed. He bent over me and continued to kiss me. Before I could blink all my clothes were off and so was his. I stopped him so I could admire the God that was before me. He then slid two fingers into me and moved them while circling my clit with his thumb.
"I don't want that, I want this." I said as I stroked his beautiful cock.
He removed his fingers and bent to get a taste of my tits, then rubbed his cock over my slit and positioned it at my opening. My hips started bucking in impatience. He chuckled and then trusted into me gently. He wasn't forceful or rushing. He was slow and purposeful hitting the right spot every time. It felt so amazing to have him inside me, to have the first dick that I've ever wanted inside me. I was suddenly sad that it had to end. 'Did I still want to die?' The thought passed through my brain. If I was going to at least I got to have this experience. I felt it was a gift to know what it felt like to be made love to instead of being used.
"Thank you, for everything." I said with tears in my eyes and gave him access to my throat "Please." I closed my eyes and he bit. When he did I had my first orgasm I'm sure of it 'cause I've never felt anything like it before. I could feel his release as well. I knew for sure that I loved him and I wanted to be with him forever. He pulled away from my neck and looked at me in the eyes and I saw sadness in them.
"So I guess, my head is still on the chopping block huh?" I asked resigned. He didn't say anything. "What If I Bonded to you? You could protect me couldn't you?" I asked desperately.
"It's not that simple, Sookie." He said and pulled out of me while he kissed me on the forehead. I closed my eyes and when I felt his lips pull away, I open them to find him gone in and my heart went with him. I picked myself up and went into the bathroom to shower.
A week past and I never saw him. I sat in his house night after night waiting for my end and for him to bring it. Maria Star came by a couple of times and joked each time that she was happy to see I wasn't dead yet. I laughed with her. I'm a master at hiding my emotions so she couldn't see how torn up I really was. One night Eric's child Pam came to me to bring me some clothes.
"Sookie is it?" she stated. I didn't answer, she obviously knew who I was "I came to give you these." She handed me a bag full of clothes.
"What are these for? Can't take them with me when I die." I asked sarcastically.
"Eric was right, you certainly are entertaining." She said cocking her head to the side with that smirk she always has. I brightened at the mention of Eric talking about me to her. Her eyes narrowed looking at me like a bird eyeing a worm she stepped up closer to me and smelt me. "Fuck a zombie." She said and left. What? I shrugged.
I paced around my room for what felt like hours. I lazily slumped onto the bed and stared and the ceiling and thought about my situation... I missed him so much. I felt so empty and lost without him. After the incredible moment we shared he left. I didn't know about the clothes Pam brought, it just made me all the more confused. I made a decision. I wasn't gonna live like this. This pain hurt more than anything I've lived through… the abuse from my Uncle, being shunned by the people in Bon Temps, Bill, losing every single person who loved me. Better yet everyone who though I was worthy of being loved. I thought Eric would fill that void, but he too left me. I ran myself a bath and got a flat razor out of the medicine cabinet and slit my both my arms at the pulse points in my wrist and in my brachial artery. Then sank back into the water and waited for death to take me.
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EPOV
It's been a week since I've seen Sookie. I've stayed here at the club. I do not trust myself around her. I feel weakened by the emotions she has caused me to feel. I've thought of her almost every waking moment trying to figure out what it all meant. The feeling of being inside her, the taste of her flesh, her tears, her blood! There was nothing close to anything like it in my entire existence. I close my eyes and remember everything perfectly.
"So that's why you made me take the breather clothes. You don't plan on killing her..." Pam says breaking through my mental rant as she walks into my office. I swivel my chair in her direction and open an eye to her. "... and you've given her your blood. How odd." She continues and cocks her head to the side.
"Pamela" I draw out her name in warning, but she does not relent.
"Please don't tell me you have feelings for the girl." She shivers in disgust at the word feelings.
"Don't be stupid Pam. Besides, you've shown feelings yourself." I said mocking her. She crosses her arms and levels a glare at me.
"Yes, for YOU, my Maker. Not some pathetic bloodbag. Just be done with her Eric, she'll bring you nothing but trouble. End. her. and let's all get back to normal." She says and walks out.
I let out an unnecessary breath and fly back to the house thinking over my Child's wise words. As I approach the house I feel through my blood that Sookie is extremely calm and less anxious than the past few days while unbeknownst to her, I was near. I guess we have both reconciled with the enviable. I walked in to the bathroom where I know she is and find her in the bath seemly asleep the tub was filled with water and her blood. I rush over to her and take her out. A myriad of emotions flit through me, I suddenly get slammed with the desire for her to live. Her heart is nearly slowing to a stop and I make my decision. I completely drain her and then give her my blood. Once I am through bathing her again, I set her into bed to die her human life and hopefully rise again as my Child.
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