Author's Note: I apologize, as I meant to follow you up on the timeline of where we were at exactly with MaryAnn's plot; we are in the middle of it, just after Godric's tragic death. Enjoy readers!
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Chapter 1/After Intro: Ecstasy
Sookie's POV
She couldn't keep her large, brown eyes off of the vicious animal-like appearance in the corner of her room, it was discarded in shadow and she was yet unable to tell just what it was. So close to her bed, in her room, breathing the same air as her own lifeless body did, lying so peacefully within the sheets. Somehow, she knew something was there, watching her, observing her every breath as her chest rose up and down and even finding a more keen interest at the delicate column of her neck. Sookie didn't understand, if she were standing in the middle of her room, how in the hell was she able to see her own body?
And then the mysterious visitor moved from its confinement, or sanctuary, as soon as light illuminated its features, she gasped at the sight of it being Eric. Everything was ethereal, almost blurred, nothing made sense to her at all. She watched as he grew closer to her sleeping other form, unable to remove his vision and clearly taking advantage of her unconscious state… But what if...
"Eric!" The more conscious, witnessing Sookie stormed over to the vampire, right behind him with her face twisted in confused anger. "Get the hell away from my body! Just what do you think you're doing?!" And when he wouldn't budge from her tone, she would go to elbow him from the side of her body, only managing to fall right through his body and to the floor.
What the fuck.
Sookie scrambled back up, immediately seeking the wall next to her bed in a mix of shock, alarm and disbelief. Her breathing became harder, faster, in her chest – if she even did exist or whatever – her heart pounded a thousand drums. Eric, no doubt, was too close and that alone scared her entirely. He might be arrogant, humorous in a dry sense, but he was no one to have near your corpse if you're in a coma. Her eyes caught him in his brief, precious moment as he eyed her sleeping form's neck, his finger's trailing in a tease to her cheek.
Oh hell, what to do? She wanted to say something, but he couldn't hear her let alone FEEL her. Just then, her image wavered like ripples in the water as another vampire made his swift connection to the scene, walking right through her form and restraining Eric from any further movement. Sookie displayed a wide, relieved smile as Bill proceeded to release Eric's hand and warn him from the room. She wanted to hug him, kiss him, but the idea that even he couldn't even see her image saddened her, thus Sookie remained against the wall, watching the scene.
"She has my blood, as I hers. We will see who she chooses in the end."
Sookie furrowed her brows, just what was Eric talking about? She would love Bill unconditionally until the end, he was insane! However, something about his image – maybe the way he walked to the window, or allowed himself to glance just one last time to her sleeping body before leaving, caught her vision and she couldn't keep her vision from him. Her eyes softened, confused yet mournful for his being, whispering softly to the only person able to hear her, her own self…
"Eric."
At the same time, her sleeping form mumbled the same name and the entire scene before her eyes swirled in a mass until everything appeared swallowed in a black hole—
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Daytime, she could feel it, even though the room windows were barred down for the moment. Sookie lifted up halfway, bringing a hand to her head as she thought of the dream that seemed... utterly unreal. Her second habit, to look for Bill, who strangely enough was not next to her in bed.
"Bill?"
She called out, wondering if he were in the bathroom close by but no response. This was unlike him to be so far from her when she awakes and even more so for him to not to be a dead corpse next to her. She pulled herself from the wonderful bed, glancing around at her surroundings from the red painted, elegant walls to the dimly lit candles and fresh smell of.. well, she didn't know what exactly. Fangtasia is a beautiful hotel and after rummaging around Bon Temps, witnessing the terrible and chaotic display – not to mention her own home becoming the love shack for demon meat tree's and crazy bitches to run around in – she knew Bill wouldn't allow her to stay and as such brought her back here.
It only took her minutes for her to put on some slacks and walk outside of her room to loom down the hallway slowly, looking for the missing piece in her life. A faint crowd of voices caught her attention a few more rooms down to the left and Sookie was no conservative person, she slowed her steps to a creep, placing her hand to the wall next to the door frame to listen intently to what appeared to be a group of vampires, including her Bill.
"We mustn't take any strong action just yet, we don't know what we are dealing with!" One woman, her accent isn't as southern as the other's, spoke loudly.
"I will be going to the queen about this shortly, I am quite sure she will know what to do." Bill hesitated before speaking again. "I highly doubt that monster will dare make its way over here, she seems rather occupied in that small town with her own agenda."
Another man immediately spoke, loud and as southern as ever. "Yah', but wut if you wrong, eh? What the fuck we gon' do about some psycho, bad blood bitch we can't even drain to death!"
Bill didn't speak again as the crowd inside began to speak all at once, everyone having their own opinions and suggestions, clearly their feathers were ruffled about the woman – If that's what she even is – taking over Bon Temps. Sookie's mind escaped to the memory of Bill trying to drain her blood and gaining a violent, vomiting fit instead.
"Silence, everyone." It was Eric this time, she could tell as he was the only male vampire to sound so soothing and calm during a calamity. "Bill is right, allow him to seek guidance from our queen and we shall continue from there. Until then, there is no reason to discuss pre-emption just yet."
Sookie felt entitled, just then, to speak out about her telepathic power and what it apparently did against MaryAnn, to spark hope in their crowd of pessimists. Just as she lifted her body from the wall and turned to walk in the room, her slender form hit rock solid against another man's and before she was able to fall back, the lower of her back was held by a cold, strong palm.
She found herself staring in the eyes of Bill Compton.
"Not this time." He whispered to her, knowing she'd understand his concern for her not to involve herself in this situation from the last one with the church.
Sookie licked her lips quick, then spoke softly. "But Bill, what if—"
He interrupted her, pulling her body as tight and close to his own as possible. "I am quite tired of what if's today and I have yet to had rest." His face leaned in, to capture her soft lips within his own and tenderly kiss her for such a powerful, strong creature. "Let us go."
Sookie fell easily under his soothing, loving touch and the kiss was only the icing on the cake for her. She nodded, turning to walk with him back to their chamber.
Meanwhile, Eric remained in the room, yet his attention did not. Blue eyes shot outside the doorway, just where Bill and Sookie once stood, pure contemplation – but of what?
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"You don't trust me." More of a statement then question from the frowning lips of Sookie as she lay in comfortable rapture in the sheets next to Bill. They faced each other, his eyes looking down for a brief moment before ensnaring her brown one's again.
"You must understand that I could not bear the idea of you throwing yourself head first in a disaster that us vampire cannot even control. Sookie... " His hand lifted, pale and endlessly cold, to brush at her rosebud cheek before continuing to speak. "I cannot do that anymore by allowing your life in danger, I will not."
Sookie understood, he was always worried for her and since the last result of almost being raped if not for Godric, she knew that alone struck his system the most. Without speaking a word of opposition, she leaned closer to curl her naked, warm body along his form, pressing her sweet lips against his own. His fingers lightly trailed from her cheek, down her jaw and over her neck, only to ascend back up and capture the side of her face within his large, cold palm. He pulled her close, a soft kiss that no sooner turned hard and he found himself crawling on top of her more fragile body, his free hand roaming the curves of her soft skin along her hip and to cup the bottom of her rear. She pulled her thigh up firm against his torso, allowing him comfort between her legs, his lips withdrawing to only hungrily lay more kisses if pure heat, fire, and greed down her neck, licking at the protruding collar bone.
Sookie's back arched, whispering as her nails dug into the skin of his back.
"Bill… "
Oh, she missed him so when she woke up earlier. And now, to have him back in her bed and in her arms, she could give less a fuck about anything else. He managed to bring her mind into a mental state of ecstasy, reality did not exist. Her tiny, human frame shuddered beneath his own as Bill grazed his vampire canines along her neck, stroking up and down, lightly nipping at the bottom of her lips. Her hands swept from his back to grab fistfuls of his brown hair. She needed him, wanted him to feast on her until death. By God, she'd be the only woman he'd ever press his teeth against.
Just as Bill was about to plunge deep inside of her, becoming one in ways he could never do with another woman, a soft ring echoed from the living room to their bed. Disregarding it at first, they continued but the ringing only occurred again. Bill lifted his head, growling lightly.
"What is that?" Sookie spoke, almost inaudibly, as she struggled to gain her regular breathing back.
Bill lifted reluctantly from her body, pulling on his red robe. "The door bell, stay there."
Sookie raised a brow. "We have a doorbell?"
He took a few steps forward before stopping to eye her once more, an almost devilish grin on his face. "And don't even think about putting your garments back on."
Sookie giggled, turning her body into the bed as she fought the desire pounding all over her body to have him. She sighed heavily and rested her head on a pillow that fell halfway off the bed, still in her dazed state of crave.
It was then, Bill walked back in the room and just as she lifted to grab him and pull him to her, her only grasped her hands in his own and gave her a hard stare of obvious discontent.
"It was Eric. He needs to speak with you."
"Me? What does he want?" Surprisingly enough, she did not await more answers before crawling from the twist of sheets and throwing a white tank top, beige slacks on.
Bill sat on the edge of the bed, pursing his lips. "I do not know, but he attempts anything outside of your discretion you will let me know."
Sookie turned to face Bill and smile sweetly, leaning down halfway to kiss his forehead. "Won't you know anyways? You always come when I am in trouble." He didn't respond, bitter at the idea of a summon to another vampire, especially Eric.
"I'll be right back, stay here, and.. " She trailed her soft digits down to the tie of his robe and unfastened it. Her eyes matched his, drooping with sex and plea. "You better be naked when I return."
When her eyes struck his own, he grabbed at the side of her face and pressed a lasting kiss to her mouth.
Then she was gone.
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Note: Only going to get better, thank you for your reviews! Again, if I seem out of line with the characters or you have suggestions, please let me know. I am only here to satisfy you! Oh, and if you're still wondering to if the Introduction between Eric and Bill actually happened even though Sookie did dream it, you will find out soon enough! Au Revoir!
