So, peoples. I just can't fucking believe that it has been almost two weeks since I last posted a chapter … even though I have been writing and updating in that time.
Oh well.
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EPOV
I quickly moved out of the way, in a desperate – and futile, it appeared – attempt at trying to get away from Lindsay, and reached for my trousers, which had been disguarded at the other side of the room. How in hell did they manage to get the whole way over there? I thought idly to myself, and I was just in the process of wandering over to collect them, when I suddenly felt a grip on my wrist.
"What the hell?" she snapped, clearly not impressed that I was going to collect my trousers. However, I had other thoughts on my mind right about now and this woman was the absolute least of my concerns.
Right now I was more worried about the beautiful blonde haired woman from earlier on, than the one that I was currently in the room with.
And with that in mind, I just ignored her and continued with putting on my clothes once again.
"Where in the hell do you think that you are going to, Eric? I thought that we liked each other, why are you leaving?" Lindsay whined at me. Jesus Christ. Please help me. And I promise to go to church every week if you do. I thought to myself.
"When did I ever say that I liked you?" I asked, as I bent down to put my socks on again.
"Eric …." She continued to whine.
"Seriously, stop that fucking whining. It is really starting to do my head in" I snapped, before she had a chance to say anything else.
"Eric … but I thought that we were going to be together" she said, still using her whiny voice. Dear God, what the hell had I let myself in for?
"I never said that I liked you or did I say that we were ever going to be together. You knew just as well as I did that this was a one-time thing well before we started. I am leaving" I said, picking up my shirt from the top of the wardrobe – how in the hell had it ever gotten up there I will never know – and walked off.
I had just made it to the doorway of the room before she responded. "Well … it wasn't all that of a good fuck anyway!" she said. I just turned around and raised an eyebrow at her. Did she think that I was fucking stupid or something?
"Okay … you were the best that I have ever had or probably ever will have? Can't you please call me?" she replied, a blush beginning to glow up in her face.
"I'm sorry, I don't have your number" I said, and then walked off, putting on my shirt and then buttoning it up.
I spent the next twenty or so minutes searching around for the blonde woman before I eventually found her. She was looking directly at a short black haired man who was standing up on the podium at the front of the room, when I 'accidently' brushed my arm up alongside of her.
I wondered idly if this woman was a geek like the rest of the people here were? And needless to say it wasn't very long until I began to think about how sexy that she would look if she was wearing black fuck me heels, a tight pinstriped skirt and a librarian's shirt, which would be tucked into the top of her skirt. Her hair would also be tied up in a tight bun, and she would be wearing pearl earrings as well as a pearl necklace. Her nails would be perfectly manicured in a French polish (don't even ask how I know that the fuck that is … it was probably something to do with Pam though, when I thought about it). And don't forget that she would also be wearing thick black framed glasses.
Damn. Just even thinking about that was giving me one hell of a hard on … quick. Start thinking of the dude on the podium. Nuns. Graveyards. My Aunt Fanny. Anything just to try to get rid of this desperate hard on that I was now sporting.
I cast a quick glance over my shoulder only to find that the sexy woman was most definitely checking me out. Good. That was one hell of a good sign that was. I thought to myself.
"Not to sound like a broken record or anything, but is there something that I can help you with at all?" I asked, just to see if I could get to see any more of that delicious blush of hers.
And it worked just like an absolute charm, it did.
"No it's all good" she replied, with a slightly painful smile on her face.
"Eric Northman" I said, with a small smile on my own face as I held my hand out to her.
"Sookie Compton" she replied, and was just about to outstretch her left hand – which I noticed had both a wedding ring and and an engagement ring on it, when we were both rudely interrupted by the short haired turd that should have been standing up on top of that stupid fucking podium where he had been just a few bloody seconds earlier. He immediately attempted to place a kiss on the side of her face, but due to the fact that she moved her head to the side – in a desperate attempt to avoid his kiss, probably. (Not that I really blame her for that because to be honest with you, I wouldn't want to be kissed by him either!), and he ended up kissing her ear instead.
"He isn't hassling you, is he?" the little turd asked, mainly towards Sookie although he did give me something which he probably thought amounted to being the evil eye. I was tempted to just smile and wave – quite literally – at him, but I didn't think that it really would win any points with his wife.
"And why would you think that he is hassling me?" Sookie snapped back at him. Hmm … perhaps I should have just smiled and waved at him. Maybe it would have made her laugh.
I would love to hear what her laugh sounded like. I thought to myself, just as I did a quick glance around the room and saw that the majority of the people who were there were also staring that the scene that we were causing, and I simply couldn't help the grin that slid over my face.
"I hope that I will get to see you again, Sookie" I said, dramatically as I bent down to kiss her cheek, ignoring the pitiful stare that the turd gave me, before I left in order to take care of the hard on that I now had, thanks to to blush that had once more risen up in her face.
After taking care of my not so little problem – to images of my Sookie of course, I resurfaced from the bathroom only to be ambushed by Pam.
"Where the fuck have you been?" she asked, angrily.
"Places" I answered mysteriously, all but ignoring her in favour of thinking about my Sookie a little more, and I couldn't help the grin that was threatening to spread on my face as Pam began to rant on and on.
However, I just wasn't listening to her.
Because right now, I was just more interested in my Sookie. Like finding out where she lived, and what her phone number was. That shouldn't really be too hard to do should it? Or would I look like too much of a stalker if I did that?
SPOV
I stood exactly where I was beside my loving husband for a few more moments, before I decided that I wanted something to drink, so I headed off to the vending machine that was sitting just beside the bathrooms downstairs, and just as I was collecting my bottle of coke from the dispenser drawer of the machine, I saw Eric come out of the toilets.
He was immediately ambushed by a woman – who was about the same height and build as what I was, except that she looked like a damn supermodel and I looked like I was a tramp, compared to her.
And she also looked like she was extremely pissed off at something.
With a pang of sadness, I realised that she was probably his girlfriend, I mean there was absolutely no way on this earth that a man like Eric was single. But then why was he fucking that girl upstairs? My subconscious said nastily to me. Does that mean that I was a witness to him cheating on his girlfriend?
However, before I got the chance to ponder that any further, Bill had managed to catch up with me.
"Come on, Sookie. It is time that we headed home" Bill said, grabbing a hold of my hand and snatching the coke out of my other hand. He downed the most of the bottle in one gulp.
Fucking typical. I thought to myself as he dragged me out to the car.
So … what do we think? Review to let me know …
Also, in another note, this chapter also takes me up to the end of chapter 2 of Librangen's original story, just in case anybody is interested!
