Chapter Three

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Author's Note; I am rewriting this story. Please reread each chapter to make sure you see the changes. Thank you. (:

I apologize that I didn't update yesterday. I had a very busy day. I am going to try to post at least one more, maybe two more, chapters tonight. I just need to finish with my editing of it. I have to Beta the story myself, so please forgive me of any grammatical error.

THIS CHAPTER STARTS OUT MATURE! YOU HAVE BEEN FORWARNED! When a chapter is mature, I will make sure that everyone knows that it is. I go into great detail with my mature scenes, so if you do not want to read them, just skip forward to the next part. You do not need to read the mature scenes to know what is going on.

Italics mean that it is a dream. Bold Italics mean that Sookie is reading someone's thoughts.

I hope you enjoy reading this chapter!

I enjoyed writing it quite a bit *wink*

~Kimmeh

Sookie's Point of View - I will Become Yours

A cool hand brushes along the inside of my thigh, causing my magic to jump excitedly against my skin, and I shudder instantly. My legs fall open instinctively, allowing the cool hand better access. I knew this touch. This touch was familiar. This touch was electrifying. This touch was also terrifying at the same time. I also knew that I would NEVER forget this touch. I turn in my bed, laying flat against the mattress, my eyes opening. The moment my eyes are fully opened and focused, they are entranced by the beautiful glacial blue eyes that were looking directly at me. Every time I look at him, he takes my breath away, and this time is no different. My breath catches in my throat, and it was not because of the hand tracing up my thigh. My magic was bubbling below my skin, attracted to his touch just as much as I was. Every where that his fingers moved along my skin felt like fire, the exact opposite of how his touch should feel. My magic seemed to want to attach itself to Eric's long finger where he touched me, and I'm sure the rest of my magic was bursting to feel his touch as well.

In my peripheral, I could see a soft glow coming from where his finger tips touched my skin, but my mind wouldn't, couldn't, focus on that for long. I smile at him softly, but don't say anything. I couldn't say anything. If looking at him hadn't taken my breath away, the look in his eyes would have. The look stated that he could feel the magic coursing between us, and that he enjoyed it, in fact, loved it. I could see, as well as feel, the love behind his gaze. I open my mouth to say something. Anything to get him to stop looking at me like that. It was making it very hard to breath. Before I could utter a syllable, his mouth was on mine, and his fingers had slipped beneath the cotton panties I had put on the night before.

The feel of his lips on mine sent a shock straight through my body, the magic in my body coming fully to life as my eyes slip closed again. I could feel it surging through my body in excitement, making my body practically hum in desire. Everything was so familiar, so right. Eric's lips molded to mine perfectly, and I could feel everywhere that our lips touched. My legs fall open further when I feel his finger brush against the length of my slit. I could feel that I was already wet for him. I knew I would be. My magic was causing my senses to go into overdrive. Eric's touch was magnified by my magic it seemed. As his fingers brush against me, my body arches into his finger, and I let out a moan into his mouth, which he gladly swallows. The moment my mouth is opened, Eric takes full advantage, sliding his tongue into my mouth. My tongue dances out to meet his, battling for dominance against his. I knew he would win, but I didn't mind. My body hums with my magic, wanting to burst from me and consume us both. His finger slid into me, mimicking the movements of his tongue, but I couldn't focus on either feeling for too long, before my thoughts were distracted by the other. With each thrust of his finger into my wet center, his tongue would slide further into my mouth and massage my own tongue with his.

I was squirming and withering next to him in no time, my chest arching into his as my hands move to bury themselves in his hair, holding him to me. I found myself thrusting my hips into his fingers subconsciously, and moaning each time his long finger would brush against the bundle of nerves inside of me. A second finger joined his first, causing my body to jerk uncontrollably into his hand, and I felt him laugh in his chest. Between what he was doing with his mouth and fingers, and the way my magic seemed to want to spark and ignite under his touch, I was hardly able to control myself. A moment later, he was pulling his lips away from mine, and I whined slightly at the loss, my fingers digging into his hair to keep him where he was. If my eyes had been open, I would have seen the mirth in his eyes. My whine turned into a moan when his thumb found my clit at the same moment his lips moved to my jaw. Moving my hands from his hair to allow him to move down my body, I grasp the sheets in both hands, my fingers tightening in the fabric. I take in a shuddering breath, my chest heaving as I try to pull in air to catch the breath Eric had stolen from me.

His thumb moved in a circular motion, while still thrusting his two fingers inside of me, and moved to kiss down my neck. I could feel his lips linger on my pulse, which was beating rapidly against my skin. I felt the brush of his fangs against my skin, and my head fell to the side slightly, allowing him better access. I arched into him, pressing my hips down against his hand, and pushing my throat against his fangs. The thought that he may bite me made my inside clench with excitement around his fingers, and a moan to slip passed my lips, unable to hold it back. He didn't stay at my neck for long, moving his lips down my neck and to my chest. I felt slightly disappointed that he hadn't bitten me, but it was short lived when I felt his fangs brush against my nipple through my nightgown. The sensation caused my body to shudder against him. His fangs brushed against the hardened peak, scraping it through the nightgown, causing me to grasp his hair once again as I bucked against his fingers. As my fingers tightened in his hair, I felt his eyes on me. My eyes immediately open and fall to look at him. A smirk was playing across his lips as his moved his lips to my other breast, repeating his previous motion. His action caused me to shudder again. He pulled away far too soon for my liking and began to kiss his way down my stomach.

I already knew what he was planning, and the thought excited me to no end, causing my stomach to tighten even more. His fingers were moving inside of me lazily, with no urgency. At least, not on his part. I felt urgency. I wanted Eric to hurry up and take me, but I knew he wouldn't. Not until he was satisfied I wouldn't be able to move after he was finished with me. He had finally reached the bottom of my nightgown, and was still looking at me. His blue eyes were hazy with lust as he peered at me from between my thighs, pulling his fingers from my aching core. I whimper at the loss, and wiggle a little, hoping he would get the hint and hurry this along. The feel of my magic jumping excitedly at his touch was making me desperate for more of it. Half a heartbeat later, his cool fingers slip beneath the waist band of my panties, that were now thoroughly soaked, as he slowly slides the obscuring fabric from my body. Normally, he would have just ripped them from my body, tearing them in two. Tonight, though, he seemed to want to take his time, which made me growl in frustration. His eyes stay locked onto my own as he finishes pulling the underwear from me and throwing them over his shoulder to disappear into the room.

"So beautiful..." His voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes move to the part of my body he just exposed, but my room was quiet enough that I could hear him clearly. The only sound in my room was my rapid breathing, but my magic was vibrating against my skin, causing a small hum in my ears. A cool breath slips from his lips as his speaks, and I feel it against my soaking folds. The sensation of it causes me to moan, my head falling back as I squirm on the bed. I hear him laugh in his chest again as I feel my nightgown being pushed up my body.

With each new inch of my flesh that he exposes, a feather light kiss is pressed against my skin, causing goosebumps to appear on my flesh, and my magic to jump even more excitedly. Every nerve in my body seemed to be hyper-sensitive. Each part of flesh his lips touch seem to tingle, much more than normal, and Eric had a way of making my whole body tingle with just a look. When my nightgown is pushed up high enough to expose my breast, I hear him groan. Tilting my head up, I look at him, just in time to see him lick his lips greedily before dropping his head. His mouth wraps around my nipple as his left hand moves to caress the other. My body arches up to meet him, pushing against his mouth. One of my hands stay tangled in his hair as my other moves to grasp his shoulder. When I feel that he is still clothed, I groan slightly, wanting to feel his flesh beneath my fingers. His fangs brush against my nipple, whist his thumb and finger pinch the other, causing me to moan and forget about Eric's clothed back.

After what felt like an eternity for me, which was only a matter of seconds, he moves his mouth to cover my other breast, while his hand replaces where his mouth just was. This time, instead of just brushing his fangs against my nipple, I feel the sting of him breaking the skin, and the thrill of him taking a few drops of my blood into his mouth. My magic seems to jump even more rapidly against my skin at the action. This time it was him that moans.

When he finally pulls his mouth away from my breast, his hands had begun to pull the nightgown the rest of the way off of me. Like my panties, the garment was discarded somewhere in the corners of my room.. The moment the nightgown leaves his hand, his mouth is on mine again, and I can taste the smallest hint of my blood on his tongue. I moan as his tongue swipes through my mouth, unable to contain it, or unwilling. Both of my hands move to grip his ass, and I growl slightly, remembering he's fully clothed.

The moment the realization struck, my hands went to his jeans. I had already felt his 'gracious plenty' pressing against me, so I run my hand over the bulge in his pants while trying my hardest to get his button and zipper down with just one hand. He must have lifted himself onto one of his arms, because he was no longer pressed against me, and I could fit my hand between us easier. After struggling with the button and zipper for about a minute, I was finally able to get his jeans undone. Pushing his jeans down as far as I can with my hands, I continue the process with my feet until I get them almost all the way off.

In doing this, I make him laugh and he pulls away from me. Opening my eyes to look at him, he wasn't smirking, but he was smiling down at me, still laughing slightly. I pout just a little as I look back at him, but that just made him laugh more. In the next instant, he was laying on top of me, naked, his cock poised at my entrance, one of my legs over his shoulder. He was just looking at me though. He had not tried to enter me, although I wanted him to. My whole body wanted him to. I was certain he could feel my magic practically begging for him to do it, as I'm sure my expression told. I glance down at where his cock was poised at my entrance.

Slowly, almost too slowly, he slides into me. He was moving at an inhumanly slow speed, and it was killing me. My magic sparked the moment I felt the first millimeter of him enter me. The feeling makes my head fall back against the pillow, and my eyes fall closed.

"Sookie... Look at me..." When he spoke my name, I had instantly looked up at him. When our eyes meet, I almost lose it. Sweet Eric, My Eric, was looking back at me, and my body was humming with the memories. Slowly, he began to fill me even more. Inch by inch he pushes into me, and my head falls back once again, my eyes closing as I moan in pleasure. "Open your eyes, minn ástir..." When my eyes open after he speaks this time, he slams all the way into me, burying himself into me as deep as he could go. I moan at the pleasure of having him fully inside of me, trying to keep my eyes open and on him. Although this was not the first time we made love, the pleasure that he would give me each time we did was always different, and he always seemed to completely fill me each time we were together.

As our eyes meet, I could see all of his love for me in his eyes as he made love to me slowly. He was making sure to bury his cock deep within me before he would pull all the way out, to just go back in. Each movement he made was designed to drive me insane, and I loved every minute of it. I would moan in pleasure as he filled me with each thrust, and when my eyes closed, he would stop moving until I would open my eyes to look at him again. He opened his mouth to speak, his fangs fully extended, and my body responded to the sight of his fangs.

I woke with a start, sitting straight up in my bed. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I could feel my magic pulsating against my skin. Someone was banging against my front door. Groaning, I fall back into my bed. My libido was in full swing from my dream, and I attempt to take a steadying breath. Rolling over, I look at the clock and nearly whine. It wasn't even 9:30 in the morning, and someone was banging, rather loudly, on my front door. After another moment of laying there, I get up from my bed, grab a pair of sweatpants from my dresser as I pass, and walk to the front door. While I'm walking, I manage to slide my sweatpants on without falling on my face.

"Um... hello? Can I help you?" I ask, slightly irritated. I didn't recognize him, or his thoughts, and that only irritated me more. He shouldn't be knocking on my door this early.

"Are you Miss Sookie Stackhouse?" He asked in a flat tone, his face showing no emotion.

"Yes, I'm Sookie. Can I do something for you?" I respond, my face obviously showing my confusion and irritation, momentarily forgetting my southern hospitality.

"These are for you, Ma'am." He reaches out, offering me two small boxes, both no bigger than his hand.

Taking the boxes form his hands cautiously, I eye him, and them curiously. The moment I grabbed the boxes from him, the rather rude man spun on his heels and walks away, rather hurriedly.

"Thank you!" I call as I watch him get into his black Lexus, and take off in a trail of dust down my driveway. A small frown graces my features, before I shake my head, and turn to enter my house.

Closing the door behind me, I examine the boxes. One of the boxes were square, whilst the other was more of a rectangle. Both of them were plain black boxes, a white ribbon tied around the both of them. A small piece of white paper was wedged between the two boxes. Pulling the paper from between the boxes, I start to head towards the kitchen, intent on making my coffee. The handwriting on top of the note was familiar, even though I couldn't place where I knew it from. There was only one word written on the note. That word was 'Sookie.' Even without reading the note, I had a feeling that these gifts were from Eric. Stepping into the kitchen, I place both of the boxes onto the table, as well as the note, before walking to the coffee machine to start the pot.

Once I had my coffee started, my eyes shifted to the boxes sitting on the kitchen table. My mind went to the man, or rather vampire, who I believed sent these to me. My stomach tightened at the images of my dream that were still flashing through my thoughts, and mixing with the memories I actually had of Eric and me together. I had a feeling that Eric had also experienced the dream that I so desperately wanted to get back to. That thought gave me pause, because it made me realize that I could have the real thing, instead of just my dream Eric. My magic jumped beneath my skin at the very thought of having Eric touch me again, and a shudder ran through my body at the memories of what that touch could do to me. Even if the rude man had woken me from my dream, right at the best part, my subconscious filled in rest.

The coffee maker beeping dragged me from my thoughts. Grabbing the biggest coffee mug that I could find, I pour myself a large cup of the caffeine I so desperately needed. Adding in a small amount of milk and sugar, my eyes turn back to my kitchen table, instantly landing on the rectangular box. My magic seemed to want to stretch out and grab the box itself. Pushing the thoughts away, I take a sip of my coffee before moving towards the table. Instead of picking up the box, I reach for the note first, thinking it would be best to read it first. Opening the envelope, my eyes scan the paper. There was only one sentence written on it.

'You'll know when to use it.

Yours Truly – E'

The note made me raise my eyebrow, wondering what he could possibly be sending me and why I would need to use it. Just as I am about to reach for the larger of the two boxes, my front door slams open, and Jason walks in. I jump slightly, practically falling out of my chair as the door swings open, and then closed again.

"Jason Stackhouse! You scared the hell out of me!" I scowl at him as I lift my eyes to him. He knew better than to just barge into MY house like that.

"Sorry, Sooks. I didn't mean to scare ya." He shrugs slightly as he walks into the kitchen, making a beeline for the coffee. Once he had his coffee made, Jason takes the seat across from me at the table. "So, what's for breakfast?"

I roll my eyes at his comment, shaking my head. Jason had been here almost every morning for breakfast. At least, the mornings that he wasn't on duty. I shake my head slightly, wondering exactly how Jason had survived that entire year without me. Giving Jason a small smile, I stand, bringing my coffee with me, as I head to the fridge.

"Hoyt and Jessica broke up a couple of days ago." Jason says from his seat at the table.

From the fridge, I pull out a thing of bacon, and some eggs before peering at him over the fridge door. "Yeah, I know." I say as I close the fridge door behind me and move to the counter near the stove. Placing the food on the counter, I turn and look at Jason over my shoulder. Maybe I could convince him to help me with Tara... He has known her just as long as I have. She's practically family. I'll just ask him for help after he has eaten breakfast. He'll probably feel more inclined to help with a full belly.

I start to cook Jason's breakfast and he tells me about how Hoyt had been at his house the past two days, drinking and crying. As I finish up the bacon, and the eggs for Jason, I place them on the table between us. Taking a seat, I reach to grab a piece of bacon, and take a small bite, my eyes watching Jason. Jason greedily began to pile food onto his plate, before heaving a sigh, and taking a bite of his bacon. I raise my eyebrow at the sound, and after taking another bite of bacon, Jason looks up at me and notices me staring at him.

"Why are you looking at me funny?" He asks as he takes another bite of his bacon, before moving onto his eggs. I wanted to scold him for talking with food in his mouth, but I needed his help, so I needed to keep him happy.

"I'm just wondering why you don't have more sympathy for poor Hoyt." I say with a shrug before taking another bite of bacon and a forkful of eggs.

"I've got more sympathy for that boy than anyone else in the world. All he does is either cry or rant and rave, telling me the same thing he's told me 500 times already. And he won't stop talking about Jessica." With that, he turns his attention back to his food.

"Well, he was in love, and love doesn't leave in a second if it runs deep. It takes a long, long time." I know from experience, I finish to myself. I still loved Bill, in a way, and I think that I probably always will. I just wished that loving him wasn't the case. Sadly, my heart didn't want to listen to my brain at the moment. My heart still ached slightly when I thought of Bill, but I refused to allow him to control me any longer. The magic coursing through me jumped in excitement with my rejection of my feelings for Bill. Shaking all thoughts of Bill from my mind for the moment, I focus back onto Jason as he begins to speak again.

"He drank 11 of my beers, and then passed out on the couch and started farting. Continuously." Jason adds pointedly, and I just roll my eyes again before taking another bite of the eggs, before sipping at my coffee.

"I did not need to know that, Jason." I shake my head with a small laugh, rolling my eyes.

"So, can I stay here tonight or not?" He asks between mouthfuls of eggs, bacon and coffee.

"Of course, but I need your help with something..." I say with a small smile, finishing my last few bites of eggs.

"If it has anything to do with vampires, no way. I'll just stay at my own house." His attention goes back to his plate of food, without a second thought.

"Tara is trapped inside of MoonGoddess Emporium, and Bill is going to blow it up, tonight!" I tell him without hesitation, my voice raising slightly. I could feel my magic pulsating beneath the surface, only adding to my fury.

"Why is Bill going to blow up Moon Goddess?" He asks me. Obviously he didn't know about what had been going on recently between the Vampires and the Witches, but then again, he tries to keep out of Vampire business. Sadly, I wasn't as lucky. But then again, there were a few vampires that I couldn't picture my life without. It seemed my magic agreed with my thoughts, because I could feel the tingle of it power in my fingertips. Just thinking of Eric in passing causes his image to pop into my head, and my thoughts to instantly return to the dream I was so rudely awoken from.

"Because of what happened at the Dorchester last night." I say before finishing my coffee. Standing, I move to refill my mug with a fresh cup. Flavoring it to my liking, I turn and lean against the counter, my eyes settling on my brother again.

"What happened at the Dorchester last night?" Now his attention was fully on me. I heave a sigh, shaking my head slightly before I begin to tell him everything that had been happening recently. I started with Eric loosing his memory, making sure to keep out that he was staying here with me, to what happened last night at the Festival of Tolerance.

"Hell, Sooks! We can't let them blow up Tara and all those people!" He exclaims, jumping to his feet, his chair toppling over at his sudden movement.

"I know, but I don't know what to do to try to get her out! Especially against a dead witch." I say, defeated. "I have been trying to figure out what to do since last night, but nothing I can come up with seems like it would work."

"Does Lafayette know?" He asks, and suddenly an idea pops into my head. I smile just slightly before drinking my coffee in one gulp. It burned like hell going down my throat, but I didn't care. My mind was working hard to formulate a working plan, now that I seemed to actually HAVE a plan. Casting a look over my shoulder, I eye the dirty dishes sitting on my stove, before looking back at Jason after a moment.

"No he doesn't. At least, not yet he doesn't. Do me a favor, wash these dishes while I go and get dressed. We're going to Lafayette's." Without waiting for him to answer me, I head towards my room to get dressed.

Once dressed in a pair of jeans, a pale blue t-shirt, the color seeming to match the eye color of the man who seemed to be consuming my thoughts, and my sneakers, I run a brush through my hair quickly, before pulling it into a high pony tail. Falling asleep with my hair wet was never a good idea, because it always seemed to be a tangled mess of knots in the mornings when I wake. With one last look in my mirror, I grab my purse from my dresser, and walk out of my room to head back to the kitchen.

Turning the corner to the kitchen, my eyes fall onto Jason, who was grasping the two boxes and the note I had received from Eric in his hands. His eyes move from the boxes in his hand to look up at me, an accusing look on his face.

"What the hell are these, and why are they from Eric Northman?" He asks as I step fully into the kitchen

"I don't know what they are, yet, but it is none of your business, Jason Stackhouse." I say pointedly, before snatching the two boxes from his hands, sliding them into my purse. Glancing at the table, I notice that Jason actually did do the dishes for me, and I smile slightly at him. "Are you ready to go?" I ask, already knowing that he is.

"Yeah, lets go." He nods before turning and heading towards the door.

Before leaving, I make sure that both locks are locked, and then head straight over to Jason's truck, hopping into the passenger seat. Once we are both buckled in, Jason starts his truck, hits the gas and we take off towards Lafayette's and Jesus' house. The whole drive, Jason is rambling on about something, but my focus is on the two small boxes that are now sitting on my lap. At some point I had taken them out of my purse, but I don't remember when.

I flip them over in my hands, slowly, but I have yet to open them to see what is inside. Frankly, I was slightly afraid to open them, not wanting to know what was inside. But, at the same time, my curiosity was getting the better of me. I knew that they weren't things that could hurt me Eric would never do anything to hurt me; at least, not intentionally, and he had intentionally sent these to ME. 'He could have sent a less rude man, and NOT woken me up.' My mind adds for me.

Taking the bigger of the two boxes once again, I slowly untie the ribbon from around it, placing the ribbon into my purse so not to lose it. Something inside of the box was calling to me. To my magic. I could feel the tingle in my fingertips every where they touched the box. There is no wrapping paper, and I could see small engravings on the entire box, but I found myself more interested on what was IN the box, not ON the box. So I just flip the lid of the box.

Inside the box there was a vial resting on some red velvet it seemed. The moment the lid of the box was open, my magic seemed to jump to life. I didn't even really need to look at the vial to know what was inside of it. I could feel the call of it long before I even looked at it. It was a vial of Eric's blood. My magic wanted to jump from me and attach itself to the magic in Eric's blood. I could see the small shine of magic as I lifted the vial to examine it. Had it always shined like this?

Why did he give me a vial of his blood? I thought to myself as I turned the vial over and over in my fingers. I wasn't hurt, so obviously it wasn't for it's healing properties. Did Eric think I was going to get hurt? Did he know that I was going to try and save Tara? Of course he knew that. I had practically told him that last night when he was at my house. Even if I hadn't told him, I'm sure he knew that I was planning. Or at least, that I wanted to plan something.

"What's that?" I hear Jason say suddenly. His eyes are on the vial in my hand.

"I think it's Eric's blood..." I say without thinking. I know that my brother was hooked on V for awhile, but from what I knew, he had been off of it, and planned to stay off of it. I shake my head, and slide the vial into the pocket of my jeans. For some reason, I was protective over the vial of blood, but I couldn't explain why. Or even why it called to me the way it was.

"Why did he give you a vial of his blood? Is he trying to get you to sell it?" Jason exclaims, and I can hear the anger in his voice. Which only causes my own anger to rise

"No he's not having me sell it!" I protest defensively, knowing Eric would NEVER do such a ling, or ask me to do such a thing."I don't know why he gave it to me... All he said was 'You'll know when to use it.' " I shrug, unsure of what his real intentions were with his blood. But right now wasn't the time to ponder over it. Obviously, I'd know when to use it.

Jason and I are silent for the rest of the ride to Lafayette's house, but my mind is anything but silent. I keep trying to figure out what Eric's cryptic message meant, and what could possibly be in the other box. Even with the box still in my purse, I knew it was there. I could practically feel the box pressed between my cell phone, and my wallet How I knew it's exact location was concerning, but I push that thought from my head.

'I need to keep focus. I need to save Tara. I HAVE to save Tara. And Holly.' AlthoughI didn't know the other people that were in there with them, I knew that I had to get them out as well. I couldn't just let innocent people die. Especially at the hands of Bill. I'd never forgive him. 'You shouldn't forgive him ever, anyways.' My mind scolds at me, even though it felt more than just my mind scolding me. My magic practically sang with agreement to the thought.

Shaking my head, I turn to lean against the window and watch the scenery as we continue our drive to Lafayette's house.

To Be Continued...