Chapter 2

I stand up slowly because that was pretty powerful stuff and I'm not sure my legs are quite ready to support my weight yet, but they do, sort of.

"Sookie, that was incredible. I've never- that was amazing," Holly smiles as she stands too.

"I know," I nod as we both start blowing out some of the candles. "I know. That's- god, they're so beautiful. I can't believe it."

I look down at the two pots of roses that started from seeds just two hours ago. We made them, her and I. We brought them to life, helped them grow, channeled our energy… I feel amazing. I feel this lightness in my heart that I haven't felt in a long time.

"These are so beautiful," she says as she picks them up. "One for each of us, to represent earth."

"Being grounded," I reply as I take mine. "You have to get to work?" I ask her.

"Yeah. I'm doing closing tonight. But… this has been great, as always."

I didn't have a friend in the world a year ago. My best-friends were no longer mine and my family was in pieces… Jason was the only thing I had. Now I have Holly and she's been helping me explore my magic, my inner-fairy I suppose.

"Absolutely. And thanks to you and Andy again for having me and Jase over last night. It was so nice to eat food I didn't have to make," I laugh.

"Oh any time. I love cooking," she smiles and we hug. "Okay. I have to skedaddle. Call me tomorrow?"

"Okay, night," I tell her and walk her to the door. I take my rose and put a little water in it before setting it on a table in the foyer. There. Gran always liked roses. I'm hoping perhaps this one, once it grows bigger, can be split and I can put one outside in my day garden.

It's just past eight which is the perfect time to go outside. I get into some work clothes and head out back. I turn on the soft lights I installed that make my night garden glow. I've chosen and nursed all species of night-blooming flowers and it's peaceful out here. I haven't been able to weed in a week so there's plenty of work to be done. I enjoy listening to the crickets, seeing the fireflies dancing around.

It's a nice night, not too humid, but all day long, I've felt… I don't know… a strange energy inside. Holly thought it was just excitement for the spell and I was definitely excited about our roses. To create something so beautiful from inside myself was incredible.

It's much easier to concentrate on the good stuff and not the bad stuff. The world is full of bad things and unexplainable things. Werepanthers and werewolves, vampires and witches and all the things we were told as children didn't exist now do. Fairies and shapeshifters too and the entire world is in a panic, lamenting a time when humans lived sheltered lives and vampires picked us off one by one in the darkness. But I don't fear darkness like other humans do, not anymore.

A few hours later and the work is done. My garden is perfect once more, for another week or so, and Jase will mow the lawn for me tomorrow. See, Gran? All that time we spent in the gardens paid off because I won't let them die. I smile toward the cemetery because I often feel her presence, like she's keeping an eye out for her garden and me.

I head inside and light a couple candles in the bathroom before starting a hot bath. I turn on some soft music and go back to my room to throw my clothes in the laundry basket and grab a robe. I look at those beautiful eyes staring back at me from my dresser, daunting and bad ass. I sigh softly. I was lucky when I went to the Fangtasia website that Pam hadn't taken his picture off yet. I wonder if he's let his hair grow out again, or if vampires can let their hair grow. One of a million questions I'll never get answered. But I keep his picture in my bedroom, a slight reminder of whose I once was. I still feel like his.

The bath water is heavenly when I finally step into it and the lavender salt is so soothing. I rest my head back on the edge and close my eyes, allowing myself to just breathe. My insides are still vibrating, reflecting the energy Holly and I raised together I suppose. I wonder if she feels it too or if it's just me. We've done many spells though but this was a step up and it's filled me with happiness, which is something that's hard to come by in this world.

There's always a sadness behind it though, a sadness that comes up when I walk by the cabinet in my sitting room or when I use the microwave. There are so many days where I've cursed myself for being so afraid, but… I watched Buffy as a child. I should have known vampire-human relationships only end in one of three ways: with two vampires, with a corpse and a vampire or with loneliness.

I did try dating again but what was the point really? Men's thoughts aren't different from teenage boy thoughts and when your only sexual experiences were with vampires… again, I ask what the point is. I thought about trying to find another telepath because at least we could read each other's thoughts and that might be kinda hot in the middle of sex, but… what do I do? Put an ad on Craig's List? And again, what's the point when all I really want is my vampire.

I sigh. Why am I all of a sudden thinking about him so much? Sure, I think about him, but today it seems like it's been so much worse. I rest my hands on my stomach, trying to concentrate on that feeling of creation and happy I had after the spell, on the resonating magic inside me. Must have been the spell because what else could have my blood practically singing?

"Oh my god," I say as I jump out of the tub, my entire body just pulling me up out of the water. I race down the stairs, water dripping everywhere but I don't care. I couldn't stop myself if I tried. I fling the front door open and race off the porch, leaping as I do.

Of all the ways I pictured this going in my mind, I never envisioned a naked woman leaping toward me, let alone a naked Sookie, but I catch her in my arms and her naked legs are wrapped around my torso in a second.

"Eric," she whispers and her mouth is on mine a second later and anything I had come to say flies out of my head because it's her tongue in my mouth and her naked wet body pressed against me. "Eric," she says between kisses. Her hands are in my hair and my hands hold her ass to support her as she practically climbs into my body. "Eric, come in," she says as she kisses my jaw and over my neck and her tongue slides up my throat.

You really don't need to tell this vampire twice. Within seconds, we're inside and I've closed the door and pressed her up against it. Her hair is wet and she smells like lavender and I smell sunshine under her skin, pulsing for me, pumping, calling to me to take it. Fuck what she wants, fuck her free will. I want to do what Billy never had the balls to do: claim her like we used to back in the day. You saw a human you wanted, you took it, locked it up, chained it, willing or not, and it was yours.

But based on the way she's mounted me, I don't think I have to do that right now. She's clawing at my shirt and I help her get it off while dragging my teeth along her collarbone and she moans. "Eric… please…" That's also something I like: women begging is always a good thing, especially when they're naked. And oh is she naked. I can smell her essence seeping from between her legs and slide a hand from her back to between her thighs. She groans as I touch her, slip my fingers inside and feel how much she wants me.

I want her just as badly and I grab her securely before zooming us upstairs and to her bed within milliseconds. She's down on the bed and I'm looming over her, my beautiful fairy princess, the blood, her blood, our blood singing to me with every pant she takes. Her hands are yanking at my zipper and she's frustrated, her grunts of displeasure tell me that much. "Fuck," she growls; her ability to concentrate on getting the button undone is obviously affected by her extreme desire to have me.

"Shh," I whisper and kiss her softly.

"Be naked," she growls at me and I'm happy to acquiesce to that request as well. Within a second, I've stripped myself and I'm on top of her again, pushing inside her.

Eric. My Eric. It's my Eric.

God, he still tastes like he did, like night and passion and desire, danger, power… all of it. It's all my Eric and I know we should probably be talking, I'm sure there's a reason he came here, probably to tell me I'm in grave danger but I just- feeling his presence inside me again overwhelmed me and the next thing I knew I was in his arms.

He pushes inside me and I cry out in relief, finally, happiness is within me. And he can't move fast enough, touch me enough, kiss me hard enough- I want it all. I want him. "Please, Eric," I groan and claw at his back to make him get in me harder, deeper. I want him to crawl up inside me and never leave. The last year without him has been unbearable and by the way he's kissing me, it has been for him too.

I've got my legs wrapped around him one second and the next, I'm on my knees, supporting my weight on my elbows, and he's behind me, moving inside me, fucking me so hard. "Oh fuck," I groan as he speeds up so fucking fast it feels like I'm being split in two. I come all over him, so fucking hard, but he doesn't stop and I don't want him to.

The next thing I know, I'm in his lap and he's got his hands on my hips, moving me hard on him, helping me buck my hips against his. I wrap my arms around him so tight and attack his mouth, biting his lip as I do but he doesn't seem to care.

"Don't stop," I gasp between kisses as we both grunt and pant our releases. My body is tiring and he must sense it because he moves again and we're back where we started, his body looming above me, covering me, making me feel so safe and guarded. My vampire. My Viking God fucking me senseless. He moves so fast, picks positions that get him so deep, get me screaming his name and scratching his arms, chest or back but as soon as I do, the evidence erases from his skin like it never happened. I want him to know I was there, feel me there.

"Sookie," he groans and I've lost track of how many times we've come. I feel his fangs scraping my neck, nipping at me, as if he needs my permission. I grab his hair and yank him toward my neck and that's all he needs to bury his fangs as he's buried his manhood in me. But I won't let him go that easily so I do the only thing that feels natural, I bite down on his neck as hard as I can and I feel his growl reverberate through my entire being but all that matters is his blood. It flows into my mouth and I keep biting down to keep the wound from healing because I want his blood in me, I want it all, all of him, everything. I want to be his.

Maybe now I am.

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