Author Notes;

This is my first attempt at a Trueblood fanfiction. I'm not sure how far this'll get me but, hey, we'll see. Reviews keep me going as does sugar, music, and the occasional dosage of English class. Next week, I have a tonsillectomy so I'm unsure of how soon I'll be getting Chapter Two up. I have absolutely no idea. .

I OWN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING EXCEPT THE IDEAS AND PERHAPS A FEW ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. The characters are from C. Harris and the creators of the hit television show, Trueblood. All rights reserved.

Rating;

Rated M for:

- Adult Content
- Nudity
- Brief Language

This fanfiction revolves around the Sheriff of area five and Bon Temps' very own telepath. Eric and Sookie. 3

Sookie Stackhouse

I entered Fangtasia with my head reeling and pounding slightly from a long day at work. The bar was still closed but the vampires had risen for the night. I looked around the red of the club, to the floor in front of the bar where Long Shadow had died by Bill's hands before the vampire could kill me. I always remembered what had happened whenever I entered Eric's club; it was almost impossible for me to forget. I shifted my purse up my shoulder again and tugged the hem of my white Merlotte's shirt down towards my groin.

"You're early," Pam, one of Eric's children, mused from the bar. A man had his cheek pressed into the bar top and I casted my mind towards him. Dead, of course. I rolled my eyes and caught the sight of a tall glass full of the human man's blood. Her dirty blond hair framed her face to her breasts and her blue eyes were cold to the core. Eric had described her as insubordinate. I couldn't disagree. She was also a bitch when she wanted to but she could become tolerable at points and was useful – or Eric had said.

I cast a knowing smile her way, "And you still don't know how to follow instructions; your Sheriff instructed you to not keep dead bodies in the bar before opening time."

She glowered at me and her eyes flashed. "If you tell him-"

"Then it'd better be gone before he finds out," I cut her off.

"It will be, human," she shot back, making the word seem like a curse instead of a race.

"Good," I said happily. I made my way across the room and to a door that led to another door that led to Eric's office. I raised my hand to knock but didn't get to when his voice came through the wood.

"Enter," he commanded.

I walked inside to see him sitting at his desk, papers sitting in front of him. He was wearing a black tank top and, below the table, I knew he was wearing a pair of matching black jeans. His hair was gelled back like it normally was and I loved it. I wanted to touch it and run my fingers through it. His chin was covered in the stubble that was often there before Pam shaved it off. As annoying as she was, she was reliable when it came to his hygiene and looks. His shoulders were wide from his human life, when he had been a warrior – my little Viking. His arms were very muscular, like I knew his chest would be, and the planes of his cheeks were amazing, like they had been sculpted by a very skillful hand. His eyes were sapphires and gorgeous. I could lose myself in them and stay there for hours. Eric Northman moved out of his chair and was in front of me in mere seconds.

"Eric-" I breathed, caught by surprise.

"Shush," he said, shaking his head. He pushed me against the wall across the room and captured my hands in one of his and raised them, pressing them against the wall a foot above my head. He flashed his to-die-for smile at me before capturing my mouth with his.

My blood was racing in my lips from where Eric's mouth was pressed. He was rough about it, having one thousand years experience over my fair few, but gentle. I was pinned to the wall, though if I tried, I could probably get away. The thing was, though, I didn't want to get away from Eric Northman. I was compelled to stay here, no matter what the logical part of my brain was telling me. I was becoming addicted to the taste of his mouth and it showed in the way I kissed him back, running tongue over his teeth and going so far as to flick my tongue over his uvula. He was so much taller than me! I couldn't believe that he was almost six inches into six feet tall. It made me feel small when I was around him. God, I loved it when he stood this close to me. I could almost taste his desire. It was over powering, to say the least. That was all that was pressing into my head from him; desire and his bloodlust wasn't far from it.

I wondered briefly – as I always did – if I should be doing this. Gran had raised me to be a lady and, my stars, I would be! I… would always love Bill. But Eric had a deeper desire for me than Bill did and, since Eric had tricked me into drinking his blood, I was beginning to feel the same way for him. I was his and he was mine now. Bill, for the time being, was a distant thought in my mind. Eric was the priority in my life right now. I was beginning to love him.

Eric tossed away his shirt and kept kissing me while he did so. He pressed the most intimate part of him to the most intimate part of me. He was all ready hard, as if he had anticipated my arrival. The roughness of his jeans against only my panties and my skirt made me groan against his lips. I felt my panties come off and I felt my skirt bunch up on my waist by his hand. He removed my shirt before capturing my hands again. I wrapped my legs around his hips loosely, raising me up a little. He released himself and put himself against my entrance before he unclasped my bra and freed my breasts. His lips clasped onto one of my hard nipples. I cried out, sighing, "Erik," in a breathless voice. That gave him the permission he craved. He thrust with his hips and suddenly, he was plunged inside of me. I cried out again and sighed. He – basically – fucked me. His pace began slow and hard, fingers playing with me while he pumped in and out of me. When I opened up more for him, he pumped harder and faster, sucking hard on my nipple.

"God, yes, Eric!" I moaned, working my hips against his, tightening my legs around him so he went as deep in me as he could. I felt a hotness forming in my groin and my nipples tingled in his mouth. I came and screamed for him, writhing around him while I did. I was ready to get off of him put he pressed harder and kept fucking me, even harder than before. He pounded inside of me and I came twice more before I felt him release and bury his fangs into my nipple, feeding from my breast. Blood trickled down my skin and he lapped it up like a cat would with milk in a bowl.

I panted against him, back arched while he fed. He fed from me for several more minutes before his mouth came away from me and he stopped the bleeding on my breast. He slid out of me and set me down on my feet, my knees shaking from the multiple orgasms I had gone through. He replaced himself in his pants and put his shirt on before he kissed me again.

"When you dress, I must ask you to sit down. There is something I need to tell you." He crossed the room quickly and sat back down, pressing the tips of his fingers together on the desk.

I fixed my bra and pulled my shirt back on. I pulled my panties on and pushed my shirt down to my hips. I sat down in the chair across from him and crossed one leg over the other. When I was comfortable, I said, "What is it?"

Eric studied me before he sighed and sat forward. The sigh made me frown a little. What he said next made me pale and a little sick to my stomach. "It's you're… friend, Sam Merlotte. I got word that he has been taken as a prisoner by Sophie-Anne."