KOOL THINGS
Chapter 1. The Good Neighbor
Sookie is human, rest are vamp. Story is set after book 4 of the Sookie Stackhouse books. Sookie is a telepath but can't read vampire minds. Bill is Sookie's former boyfriend. Eric is Bill's boss/ frenemy. Sookie and Eric had relations during Eric's stint of amnesia. During that time, Sookie killed a Were(fox) in self defense, Debbie Pelt.
Sookie POV
Given that he was still in Peru, and I was his only (living) neighbor and former fling, I was once again slave to my fine southern roots and performing the task of retrieving Bill's mail. Ass. Both of us. I missed him a lot, and I kicked myself every time I felt a twinge of pain and regret. Again, ass. But keeping things copacetic was in my nature so I kept his home looking "lived in" while he was away. "Lived" being the operative word here.
I creaked up the steps to the semi-fixed-up ancient antebellum mansion. I noticed now how odd these stairs must regard my dirty modern sneakers that now ascended them. When they were constructed, high laced boots had been the fashion. Mmmm high laced boots, that reminded me of one night I had spent here wearing nothing but boots. Oh zip it Sookie. Don't reminisce about the juicy stuff. Right, focus on the fact that when I'd awaken hungry in the middle of the night, of course there was nothing to nibble on. I was the only, ahem, edible object at that house.
After removing the mailbox of its contents, I brought the mail inside and took a look around. I turned on some lights, giving passersby the false illusion that someone was home. I knew there wouldn't be any passersby, Bill lived at the end of the road; literally, only other supes would be wandering around out here, and they sure didn't need the extra illumination. This ritual of turning lights on in the darkened Compton home also gave me a sense of familiarity, reminding me of how many nights I had spent here in the darkness.
I passed through the small foyer, somewhat on its way to reconstruction, and stopped in the dimly lit living room. Can it still be called a living room if the usual occupant is dead? Point to ponder. The faint, unmistakable scent of vampire still lingered. It was a very pleasant mixture of night air, earthy red wine, incense, and, funnily enough, Drakkar Noir. No wonder women secretly fawn over this cheap passe cologne. On some subconscious level, Drakkar Noir conjures up an unconscious desire for lust and danger, for vampires.
The maroon velvet sofa seemed to beckon me to come and sit upon it. I walked over, stroking the arm rest with my left hand. The soft nape of the velvet set off a memory, recalling one of my favorite, and very distant, evenings I had spent here. I glanced up at the heavily framed mirror that hung above the sofa and caught a glimpse of my hair in it's reflection. I recalled another time I had seen my hair reflected in that mirror.
Last summer, I had come over to Bill's one evening after work. I had quickly changed after my shift at Merlottes bar into a lightweight, airy halter top that flowed loosely over the waistband of my shorts. I had also kicked off my work shoes and put on my everyday sneakers. Although I was awfully comfortable in this outfit, I couldn't help but to think how out of place a modern wardrobe seemed in this room. This room was used to having yards and yards of silks, taffeta and summer cottons draped across it's interior. This room was as old as my vampire. I pictured him in this room when both were new. The room had held up beautifully over the past century, so had my vampire.
Bill began telling me about the furnishings of the room. I paused to admire the ornate and heavily bronzed frame that bordered the grand mirror which hung over the fireplace. I placed my finger to trace the delicate carvings in the etched material and Bill leaned in close behind me, slightly pressing the entire length of his cool body against my mostly bare back. I felt my breath quicken when the whisper of his exhale fell upon my ear. He'd breathe for my benefit alone.
I stood looking into the mirror and saw both of our reflections. Bill, behind me, his left hand resting gently on my hip while his other hand brushed my hair off of my shoulder. He kept his gaze on my reflection and slowly kissed down the side of me neck, directly on the artery pulsating before him. I felt his grip tighten as he moved down to my right shoulder. The hand he had on my hip began slowly traveling up my side, winding it's way to the back of my neck and slowly gripped the base of my hair. Bill's fingers laced deep into my hair and tipped my throat up slowly. His lips traveled back to my chin and then his tongue lightly teased my warm neck and that, mixed with a faint cool breath coming from him made me shiver all over. I caught myself exhaling a soft moan as the slight graze of his extended fangs touched my skin. His right hand moved around me and tightly pressed against my ample cleavage, causing it to rise up and spill over the top of my seams. With more than a good hand full of breast, Bill locked on to my eyes in the mirror, once again. I couldn't take my eyes off of his dark masculine features and lust filled stare. He pressed his hand firmly against my chest and slowly untied the neck of my halter top. The straps fell to the sides and I locked both of my hands onto his, as if we were both acting as my bra.
He pulled me back slowly, towards the sofa, all the while his lips and tongue working my neck like only a vampire can. In a lightning quick move, he lifted me over the back of the sofa and laid me out on the seat. In an instant he was around to my side and his lips were on mine. Although they were cool to the touch, his firm but sultry lips warmed me with desire. I intertwined all of my fingers into his hair and turned my aching hips towards him, pulling him to me. He pulled away slightly, and with a sly smile moved his lips onto my inner thigh. His left hand gripped the back of my knee and stroked it while he licked lightly down the length of my leg. After a delicate bite on my inner calf, he quickly pounced onto the sofa arm rest and sort of perched there. He took my ankle,rested it on his shoulder and began rubbing my lower leg. With his extended fangs he slipped through my shoelaces and discarded my sneakers, holding my not-so-small foot firmly in his large hand. His thumbs pressed into the bottom of my foot and rubbed in slow circles that quickened and deepened, which brought a wave of pleasure I had not expected. This was my first foot massage, let alone R rated vampire foot massage.
Bill brought my foot in closer and began to tease my inner ankle with his tongue. He moved on to my toes, sucking each one. Damn little piggies, who knew they were directly connected to my groin? I bucked my hips slightly and a low moan escaped my lips while Bill's tongue darted and licked in between each toe. His eyes were on mine and he dropped his gaze down, taking in the sight of my rapid breath, which caused my boobs to rise and fall dramatically. He grabbed me and pulled me onto the armrest with him. I straddled the armrest with my knees perched on his thighs. I began unbuttoning the tiny buttons (very tiny, stupid buttons) of his gray woven shirt, exposing the toned, pale flesh beneath. He exhaled with delight and closed his eyes as I felt the contours of his chest with my hands and lips. Then he gripped the small of my back with both hands, kissed me deeply and pulled me even closer into him.
Stop it Sookie! I thought as I shook the memory from my brain. That was months ago, don't torture yourself by finishing that thought.
My heart sank with the memory. I touched the arm of the sofa, unconsciously hoping to hold on to the warm feeling and bring it back. I closed my eyes and gripped the sofa for a second. I think I was trying to read the sofa's memory, recalling the time I'd spent on it with Bill.
Dammit Sookie, there are two types of entities that you can't read, vampires and inanimate objects.
That made me smile a bit. I let go in a symbolic gesture and exhaled. I looked around and then quickly vacated the house. I grabbed the mail, switched on some lights and made my way back through the cemetery to my own weathered farmhouse. The owls noted my presence with some eerie whoo-hoo noises and a chorus of frogs answered from the distance. Of course the moon was full and large dark clouds were anxiously swirling around it. I think it's a law that there must be a full moon when one is in a cemetery after dark. Then I started to look for bats, to make the scenario complete. One can't leave a vampire's house to walk through a cemetery alone on a dark night without some creepy bats. I laughed to myself at that thought, and then of course from the distance, a wolf howled. Gothic bliss.
The one element missing in all of this was fear from the perky blond. In all horror scenarios, the human, usually a well endowed blond woman (totally me), runs idiotically through the scene in sheer panic, thinking, "Oh no the big bad vampire is going to get me." Ha ha "Get me", like that's what they do. I'd rather have my heart ripped out, literally, by a vampire, than broken by one. More than blood was drained from me. Bill drained my innocence. Once again, ass. Why I am still carrying his mail when I wanted to bake it in my oven? Oh Sookie, suck it up. It wasn't his fault he was called by his maker. Lorena. That bitch. True, but why did I have to suffer for it? I wasn't a damn vampire. Bitch... Bitch and ass sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n… I was back at my house.