The Emperor
A/N: The Emperor card is one of many meanings. Sometimes he is the thing we must overcome, the father figure that we have outgrown. Other times, he is the exterior force we must accommodate. He is a dictator.
"Come in," I said, inviting his entry. His face did not easily hide his emotions, and I wondered if it ever had. Funny. In the world in which he was raised, it would make sense to establish one's poker face. Anger smoldered in his dark brown eyes, rippled across his sneering upper lip. I pushed back my desk chair and got to my feet.
"Eric," he growled, practically murdering me with his words.
"Bill," I laughed, mocking his intensity.
"What do you want?" Grr. Argh. Drama drama. Blah blah.
"Bill Compton, is that any way to address your elders? Didn't your mother teach you anything?"
"Your call interrupted me," he grumbled.
"Ah, I see. You were in the middle of wooing your new playmate and I…what's that expression? I cock-blocked you." I could help but laughing. Modern English was, at times, so profoundly direct.
"I…" Bill started, meaning to lie to me about his obvious intentions with the Bon Temps waitress. Even on the drive over here, he had had difficulty suppressing his erection. It was quite buoyant in his khaki slacks.
"Do not bother with your fibs, Compton. I am not a fool. Either you are excited to see me, which I am certain you are, or you are excited by that tease of a human."
"Do not refer to her that way!" So, chivalry isn't dead. Cute.
"So you do not deny that you are pleased to see me, Bill?" I smirked at him.
"I am never pleased to see you, Eric," Bill muttered coldly.
"Liar," I grinned.
I came around the desk to lean lazily against it. Crossing one leg over the other, I pressed one palm into each side of the table. His cock twitched decisively in his pants, a movement that wasn't difficult to notice. Even a human would have seen it.
"What did you call me here for?" Bill groaned, trying to mask his apparent discomfort. His precious Sookie was probably waiting in the bar, every vampire eye doting on her innocence.
"I wanted to see you," I replied.
"For what?" Such anger!
"We have not seen each other in so long, William. Come here."
Bill walked closer to me, unable to defy my instruction. The vampire world was one built on manners, orders, and hierarchy. We had all been the victims of our lords.
"I want to fuck you," I said simply, my smile never leaving my face.
"Sookie is waiting in the bar," Bill protested.
"We could invite her in. I could fuck her instead. You could watch." I shrugged.
"No." Was he jealous? Protective? Not once did he come off with that tired old claim of ownership.
"We best not keep her waiting then," I suggested thoughtfully.
Sookie lifted her eyes to the office door. The thud against it was so loud that hers was not the only face that turned. Pam's smile drifted across her face as she played with the glass on the table.
"What was that?" Sookie asked, moving to stand. Maybe Bill was in trouble. Maybe she could go in there and see. Check things out.
"Sometimes men feel the need to get a little physical," Pam suggested, waving off the instance carelessly. "It's nothing."
"I don't see why Eric couldn't have just called. We were in the middle of…" Sookie blushed.
"When your sheriff calls," Pam smiled, "you have to come."
The End.
