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How are you my wonderful readers? I'm very good and I've got another update for you! I saw a shirt on a young girl that stated 'Forget about prince charming I want a sparkling vampire in a shiny volvo' and I think part of me died. When did people give up on prince charming? I'm 18 and I'm definitely not naive but I still love the idea of Prince Charming and fairytales. Although strange aside, I've played Prince Charming twice in pantos of Cinderella, not to mention five other lead male roles. Anyway, Charlaine Harris owns the lovely Southern Vampire Mysteries.


"Lover," he whispered against my heated skin. His lips were constantly planting open mouthed kisses against my skin, alternating lavishing attention between my breasts, never lingering on either one. My hands were gripping his shoulders, fingernails biting into his skin that only caused him to growl.

"Eric," I moaned sounding completely desperate. I tugged on his shoulders, moving up to his long hair when it had no effect. "Eric!" I called out louder, begging him to listen to what I needed. His intense blue eyes stared up at me whilst he continued to suck my flesh into his mouth, grazing the skin with his fangs. I needed him in me and I couldn't decide which part of him I needed in me first.

"What is it lover?" He asked with a chuckle, the reverberations of which I could feel across my breasts. He kissed his way up my body, interspersing kisses with licks and nips that sent me arching into him. I could feel all of his naked body pressed up against me. My legs were already wrapped around his hips pulling him to me as much as my strength allowed. His hardened gracious plenty was providing glorious friction but it wasn't enough.

"I need you," I groaned out and sighed as his fangs nicked the flesh of the neck, letting some of the built up pressure go.

"What do you say?" He grinned at me, his faces only inches above mine and his eyes were clouded over with lust. It was taking all that he had to remain light hearted and not succumb to his own emotions. I could feel them swirling around in my head along with my own, only adding to what I was feeling.

"Please," I begged unashamedly, gripping his biceps as tight as I could to portray my need.

His mouth descended on mine as hungrily as ever and I could feel the sharpness of his fangs with my exploring tongue and I scraped the same cut as earlier, now healed over, again. Blood seeped from my tongue and I knew the instant it hit his taste buds. He pulled back, his hands roaming over my body with abandon as he worked his way down to my breasts again.

He bit down then, his fangs breaking the flesh that only served to heighten the pressure I was feeling inside. Blood flowed freely from around my nipple where his teeth had penetrated and he began to suck deeply on the bite, leaving his teeth buried in my flesh like he knew I liked. I moaned as my blood drained away, giving him life and my fingers gripped ever tighter, biting into his flesh. With one smooth movement he thrust into me and I was transported into bliss.

It was late morning when I awoke completely relaxed and in our bed, one of Eric's cool arms was wrapped around my waist possessively and holding me tight against him even in sleep. The duvet was tucked up underneath my chin and I was curled up into a slight ball to protect against the cool air that had come over the bedroom. I lay exactly where I was, luxuriating in not having to get up and rush to work. It was one of the few days where I wasn't working at all and the best part was it was Monday, which meant Fangtasia would be shut so Eric was pretty much free.

Memories flooded my mind of last and I giggled at the images floating around. He'd taken enough blood to sustain him the first time round and only a drop the second time round when I'd been on top of him. Both times the bite had been my undoing, afterwards I had seemingly no control over my body, my only goal to give both of us pleasure. My body hadn't led me wrong before so I saw no harm in giving over to the carnal side. I'd finally fallen into an exhausted sleep about an hour before dawn. Eric had been by my side then but I knew he sometimes got up to take care of some things before coming back to me when he was retiring for the day. I understood; it didn't mean much to me since I was asleep and he always came back.

About half an hour later, I regrettably had to get up and face the cold air around me as my bladder was calling loudly to be relieved. I stumbled out of the bed and headed for the en-suite bathroom where I also took my shower, taking the time to wash my hair and shave. It had been strange at first to get used to a bathroom and bedroom that didn't have any windows but it was only a minor irritation that I'd soon overcome. Eric needed the added protection as well, especially since he was so old that he arose quite early and he was actually strong enough to put off going to sleep in the morning if need be.

I walked into the closet so that I could grab some lounging clothes; slouch jeans, slipper socks and one of Eric's shirts, it still smelled deliciously of him. Breakfast was a quick affair of cereal and I quickly found myself slunk over the sofa with my head resting against the arm. I pressed the button on the answer machine and began to prepare myself for listening to the closing report from the bar. The process was only a few months old but so far it was working quite well; Pam or Chow would call just after closing up the bar with a report of how everything had gone since we'd left. It made processes a lot faster as I could start out on the problems, if there were any, during the day whilst otherwise they would have to wait until nightfall and a vampire rose up. It was particularly affective for things that had gone out of stock or a waitress that had quit.

"Pam." Pam didn't really understand the proper etiquette of phone calls and I'd never heard her utter a hello apart from when she was personally answering the bar's phone which she tried to avoid at all cost. I was lucky to even get this word of warning really. "The bar itself is alright, but please add another two crates of O positive to the order, we only have one left. The witches are Weres," at least I'd been right about that although the news wasn't comforting in the slightest. "They also appear to have a penchant for vampire blood. They have been contacting the local witches trying to rally support. The local Weres need to be alerted in case they don't know. We don't have much else on them at this time. See you this night." The message abruptly ended and there were no other messages to listen to.

It hadn't really been anything startling but it was still unnerving, putting my worst fears into action. A witch that was also a shifter, that I'd never heard of and powerful shifters could actually give newer vampires a bit of a problem if they were one of the larger animals. Of course, my Viking didn't have a problem with them but he was over a thousand years old. A were-witch that drank vampire blood. That I just didn't want to see.

There was one person I knew I could call for information on witches and their practices. It would need a phone call, probably a long one, and I was well overdue a chat but I could mix business with a bit of fun at least. I dialled the number for Amelia by heart and I only had to wait two rings before she picked up.

"Hello, you've reached Amelia at Broaden Your Horizons. How can I help?" Amelia had set up her own witch, Wiccan and supernatural store as soon as she was able to after Katrina. I'd met her when she'd come to Bon Temps after the first devastation, she'd actually stayed with me for a couple of months whilst her home was being renovated after the damage.

"Hey Amelia," I replied happily and I settled further down into the plush sofa, even pulling a fleecy quilt over my legs. "How are you?"

"Sookie! Long time no see girl, you should call more often." It was sadly the truth; she was usually the one to call me and although when she called we spoke for ages, I should uphold my side of things a lot more. "I'm good though, the store is growing by the day. What about you? Still shacked up?" Her words were a little harsh but her tone was light and I knew, without hearing her thoughts that she was only teasing.

"That's good, I'm happy for you. I'm doing well, although we might be in a spot of bother here actually. And yes, I'm still shacked up as you put it."

"Sex still as good? I don't believe in it, but I heard one of the other witches saying that there's nothing new in sex apart from someone new." She giggled at me and a blush crept across my cheeks even though I was completely alone. Well, Eric was in the other room but he didn't count as he was dead for all intents and purposes for at least another five hours. "But what's this about trouble?" She was decidedly more sombre now and I knew she had her straight, serious face on even if it was difficult for her bubbly personality to maintain.

"There's a coven of Witches in the area and they essentially want to take over, the bar at least, the area potentially."

"Well that aint good, how's Eric taking it?" Amelia was essentially the reason I'd ended up with Eric, although ended wasn't the right word, I was very happy with him. When she was living with me she'd convinced me to go to a club with her in Shreveport, I didn't know which one and we ended up in Fangtasia where I got into a spot of bother with a vampire who wanted to take a chunk out of my neck along with a couple of pints. Long story short; that isn't allowed at the bar, I wasn't consenting and Eric saved me. He thought I was amusing, I thought he was intriguing and we started dating if you could call it that. Just over two years later and here we are. Eric had spent a lot of time at my old house whilst Amelia was there so they'd gotten to know each other as well as Amelia had allowed.

"He's said no, of course but they're offering a deal. She wanted his bedroom services for a week in change for less percentage of the bar." She gasped audibly like any good listener would have before she cut me off from explaining further.
"He didn't agree did he!" She sounded completely aghast.

"No, he turned her down. Pam sort of offered herself up but we're trying to avoid it if at all possible." Amelia and Pam had also had a bit of a fling; I'd gone to fangtasia a lot more when we'd first started dating and Amelia had accompanied me. Essentially Pam and Amelia were out wingmen who had ended up together when we did because they were always at our sides and we'd, me and Eric, had suddenly become preoccupied.

"That was good of her, so what's the offer at the minute?" I could just picture her in the little pokey staffroom at the shop, lounging with her feet over one arm of the arm chair she'd had installed there. Her staff would be getting grouchy any time now about her absence.

"I think it's twenty percent of the bar, blood donations every month from the vampires and Eric for a week." It made me sick to think of him with another woman even though I knew he wouldn't even consider it, no matter what he'd told the witches.

"That's just sick. I have a feeling you want my help on something though." She was too wise sometimes, although it was a strictly continuous thing and she had a problem with being a little careless when it came to her powers sometimes. There'd been an incident with a cat that wasn't really a cat.

"Yeah, I'm sorry to call like this but I do need your help." I was hoping my guilt was showing through in my voice. When this was over I'd have to take a trip down to New Orleans to see Amelia, I wondered if Eric would accompany me, he'd probably have to put a trip in with the Queen whilst we there. New Orleans was the stomping ground of Sophie-Anne, the vampire Queen of Louisiana and she took every opportunity possible to get the most of her underlings. I wasn't entirely sure why Eric put up with her; she was at least five hundred years younger which meant weaker in vampire terms.

"It's okay, what do you want?" She wasn't being impolite and she still sounded cheery.

"What do you know about Witches? Because we're coming up with a bit of a blank, you know how the vamps are." She was off and I was actually taking notes with the little pad I kept stashed underneath the phone charger.

"Most witches are Wiccans although not all Wiccans are witches. Wiccan is a religion that most witches happen to follow; it promotes energy and spiritual power which is why witches are drawn to it. There's many different level of witches though; some who dabble and use more herbs to treat illnesses and such, creating a bit of luck. Then you build up until you get witches that can cast spells for pretty much anything, sometimes creating their own with willpower and heartfelt words." That sounded like someone I knew.

"Are you one of the latter types?" I asked cautiously, not entirely sure how much of a personal question it was.

"Yes, well I'm getting there, I'm still not fully trained up yet but I'm working on it. Witches with a lot of innate power that aren't trained are the most dangerous, they aren't aware of their potential and accidents happen."

"Amelia, I thought you were over that now." The last I'd heard the poor guy that had been turned into a cat during some kinky stuff I just didn't want to know about had visited the shop to talk about what had happened.

"I am, I think, mostly at least. We're on talking terms; he's coming to understand everything. I don't think we'll ever be anything more than friendly acquaintances though."

"I'm sure everything will turn out for the best."

"Oh yeah, everything happens for a reason. So is there anything else?"

"Yes, have you ever heard of a witch being a shifter?" I heard the gasp over the over end of the phone which sent my stomach to churning as though bats were flying in there.

"No, I don't think that's ever happened before. I mean, I guess it's physically possible, shifters have a lot of energy in them but I always thought shifters were happy with well, shifting, to get there energy out."

"What would adding vampire blood do to the mix?"

"What!" Her exclamation wasn't a question; it was simply that, her expression of complete shock and disgust.

"Yeah, they're taking vampire blood, or at least the leader Hallow is."

"Sook, did you say Hallow? Hallow Stonebrook?"

"Yes, why?" This couldn't be good, if a witch from the other side of the state knew of her.

"Sookie, stay away from her, I don't care what you have to do just stay away, that goes for Eric too. He can't take her on." That was the scariest thing she could have told me that Eric couldn't have conquered her in a fight; Eric was an old warrior from his Viking days, he was the best fighter that I'd ever seen or heard of and I'm mixed in with vampires. He was old, powerful and strong, anything he couldn't take on I didn't ever want to come within a mile of and I'd been in the same room as Hallow.

"Why?" I whispered and the phone was gripped tightly in my hand, so much so that the plastic was beginning to creak slightly.

"She's bad news Sookie, she passed through New Orleans a little while back, she's powerful and evil, she doesn't care for people or animals, or any kind of supes except the people in her own coven. If she's a shifter that's taking vampire blood as well, you can't get involved in this. I don't know what you can do to come out on top, she takes whatever it is she wants and nothing gets in her way. If it does, it usually ends up disappearing." I had a feeling that murdered would have been a more apt description of what happened.

"Shit." I muttered with feeling as the brevity of our situation began to loom over me.

"Oh yeah, Sook. What's your plan?" She was scared; I could hear the slight quaking in her voice.

"I don't know, we have two and a bit days left to sort something else. I need to talk to Eric as soon as he gets up, talk everything through. I don't think he'll run though, it's not within him to give up."

"I know but I honestly don't know what else you can do. Damn it, I have to get back to the shop, they're getting angry that I've left them so long. Be careful, and keep me updated, I'll worry." Her words were coming out in a rush as she tried to get everything she wanted to say out whilst still getting back to the shop.

"I know, I will. I'll come and see you soon. Bye!" She replied with her own goodbyes and we both hung up. I was left alone in the house with a silence hanging over me which was making me itch with the need to do something. I had no one else I could talk to, not until sun down, as I wasn't close enough to anyone else within the supernatural world to talk to about this. I guess there was Jason but I could imagine the conversation now, Hey Jason, quick word please? Well you know that vampire I'm shacking up with out of wedlock? Yeah, well we're in trouble. An evil witch wants to take over his businesses and she wants his bedroom skills for a week because he's that good. Oh, and she's also a vampire blood drinking werewolf. That would go down brilliantly. Jason had only just come to turns with me living with Eric and only because he knew we were committed, he was definitely no saint himself and more than a little promiscuous but he didn't believe in couples living together when they weren't married. Too bad it was still illegal in Louisiana for a vampire and human couple to marry.

Once I'd put the phone back on the charger I got up and switched the computer on, loading up the order forms that were done over the internet. I added the required crates to the Bill and I was pleased to find there was actually an offer on the popular blood groups so I went ahead and added some more. When that was done I was left with the beginnings of boredom warning on the edges of my mind. If I wasn't careful I would end up thinking things over and there was no one to help calm me down.

With nothing else to do and not wanting to be out in public on my own, Amelia's warning had shaken me up quite a bit, I set to doing housework. Eric had a housemaid that was still on the work staff from when he lived alone in his other house so there really wasn't anything that needed doing but I had to do something. Cleaning sounded like a good idea as I could see my progress and it kept me active. Three hours later when I finally had to stop from exhaustion I'd been working so far, every surface in the kitchen was sparkling, the bathroom was the same, the living was tidied and dusted, every carpet even in the bedroom had been hovered and I'd even been into the garage to wipe down inside the cars.

I made myself a late lunch from the kitchen which was probably the biggest one to be found in a vampire house and ate in the comfort of the living room although I was careful to spill any crumbs. When I was finished I grabbed one of my books from on the coffee table and began to read, letting myself sink into the fantastical world of Elena in Bitten along with the other people within her pack. It was nice to read about problems that could actually be sorted out fairly easily.

"Lover," a deep voice whispered and cool air breathed over my face. Soft lips kissed mine slowly and lightly, lingering enough to get me responding before pulling away quickly. The tip of a nose nuzzled into me as he breathed deeply to take in my scent and I couldn't help sighing. "Sookie," he sighed just before he kissed me again. He was tender as our lips moved together, him sucking my bottom lip into his mouth to graze the skin with his teeth and I felt his fangs run down.

"Good evening," I mumbled against him, not pulling away enough to actually speak but I still felt the broad smile stretch across his lips when he realised the reaction he was causing in me. My heart was beating quickly inside my chest and my breaths were deep yet fast. My eyes finally flickered open and I found myself staring into his deep blue eyes from only a few inches away. His long blond hair was swept back from his face and it was dark, still wet from the shower. As my arms reached up to wrap around his neck to pull him to me again I also discovered he was still shirtless.

"How are you?" He asked before placing an open mouthed kiss on me, pulling away as soon as I started to kiss back.

"Hmmm. I'm tense," I giggled as he placed tiny kisses along my neck, barely letting his lips coming into contact with my sensitive flesh.

"Well, I could take care of that." He whispered and I felt him chuckling softly against me, before giving me a glorious nip that made me bunch up and moan.

"No, stop it. You are truly insatiable."

"Oh yes," he replied and his hands we getting in on the action, his right hand trailing little circles over my stomach with his fingertips and underneath my shirt which was actually his.

"I have news and we have problems, we don't have time." I pushed as hard as I could on his shoulders and it took all of my willpower to perform the action. Of course I only succeeded in getting him to move back because he respected me, even with vampire blood in me from our last bonding I wasn't that strong.

"I hate having problems." He grumbled as he kneeled back, giving me some rooms but still keeping his hand on my stomach so that we were connected.

"Yes, well I would prefer this too, but I need to tell you what I found out. You remember my friend Amelia?"

"Of course, I couldn't really forget her." His words weren't exactly the kindest but I could feel it in my head he meant it as a compliment to the uniqueness that was Amelia, there was also a slight smile playing across his lips.

"Well I called her up because she's a witch and I thought she might be able to give us some information." And I told him absolutely everything that I'd found out.

"Well I'm not giving up." It was the first words he'd said and it was exactly what I'd said to Amelia, he wouldn't give up.

"I know." I was still laid down on the sofa and Eric was now sat on the floor resting against the sofa base, his arm draped over my legs with his hand still resting on my bare stomach.

"We need to get to Fangtasia, Pam needs to know before she offers herself more formally. I can't let her do this for us. I'll find another way." Then my Viking stood up and pulled me with him, wrapping me possessively in his arms and pulling me tightly against his chest. "I'll find a way and keep us safe."


So what did you think? You know I love feedback almost as much as a certain Viking. Hmmm fantasies, do you think Eric would ever dress up as Prince Charming? You could put both things together with that. Hmmm...