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After Jerry dropped me off at Eric's house I could not sit still. Something big was brewing and I needed to know what. Eric seemed to be taking his precious time so I changed out of the dress and into a pair of striped pajama bottoms and a tank top, I kept clothes are Eric's house. As much as I feared the occasional glimpse of Eric's mind, sometimes I really just wished I could read him like other humans. I paced his living room, racking my brain with ideas about what Eric and Alice were discussing, why Bill was trying to be king, and whether or not Eric would tell me anything. In the half hour it took before Eric showed up I did come to one decision.
The rumble of Eric's corvette came in from the garage and I sat on the sofa with my legs crossed and my hands folded. Eric's cool fingers brushed across my back as he passed me. "I'll be right back." He said and went into one of the bedrooms. Before you could say Viking sex god Eric was back in the living room, sitting next to me wearing black track pants and shirtless.
I left the sofa and sat on the ottoman directly in front of Eric with my legs sitting pretzel style. He eyed me, waiting for me to make the first move.
"Eric, I want you to give me something."
He leaned forward and took my hands in his, "Anything you want, lover, you know that."
"So you've said, but I've never asked for anything, just you." I bit my lip, my heart was racing and I had butterflies in my stomach.
"Which is why I know this must be something you really want or need. Please, tell what I can give you." He kissed the top of my hand like a gentleman.
"I want-" I paused, making sure it was truly what I wanted. "I want to be blood bonded to you again." The words spilled from my mouth and I looked up nervously at Eric.
I hit him as hard as I could in the arm when he burst out laughing. "I'm sorry love." He stopped and pulled me by the waist until I was sitting in his lap. "It's just funny to me that the first thing you ask for is something you already have."
"I DO NOT have it! Amelia and I broke it, remember?" I was so angry I felt myself tearing up.
Eric caught a stray tear with his thumb, "I could never forget that. I thought you were dead." He held me tighter. "Sookie, I am yours. Don't you see how you possess my entire being? My heart, mind, body, and blood all belong to you."
The tears really started to fall then, I can be such a girl sometimes. One of the things I loved about Eric was how he knew to let me have my moments. Rather than trying to calm me with words, he settled for humming a song and let me cry until I was done. After a few minutes I pulled away slightly and shifted so I was straddling him on the couch.
"I'm sorry, Eric. It took... no." I'm a real good conversationalist. I started over, "I hate not knowing what you're feeling. I hate not being able to feel you."
"There's no need to explain yourself." He said gently.
"I need something else from you."
"Will this result in another leaking fit?" I couldn't help but smile at his word for crying.
"Not if you answer right. I need to know what you and Alice talked about tonight. The whole truth, don't leave me in the dark."
Eric closed his eyes and laid his head back for about thirty seconds before finally looking me in the eye and responding.
"If I promise to tell you everything I know about the subject, will you let it rest until tomorrow night?"
"That seems fair." I admitted.
"It is fair, and I do promise to tell you. Now, about this bond..." Eric grinned devilishly and switched our positions so he was laying on top of me on the couch.
One blood exchange down, two to go.
I was in a good mood when I arrived at work the following evening. Eric had promised to meet me at my house after my shift, I had used my fairy light on him again last night and was pleased to have something to surprise him with in bed. On top of the good things happening in my love life, Dermot had finally revealed the finished attic to Jerry and I that morning. It was absolutely beautiful. The paint was a sunny yellow, all the furniture was heirlooms Dermot refinished, and the whole room seemed to glow with homeliness. Gran would have loved it.
My mood shifted dramatically when and hour into my shift Sam told me someone was in his office and needed to speak with me. I went back after serving some drinks and nearly screamed when I saw Bill sitting in Sam's chair.
"Sam, what the hell?"
My boss tried to look innocent, "He said it was important." Before I could say more he bolted out the door.
"Sookie," Bill stood as if to hug me. I crossed my arms and backed up.
"Just say what you came here to say and then leave."
"Alright. I came here to tell you once again that I love you and the circumstances of our first meeting do not change that." He looked at me hopefully, as if that 'confession' would make me jump into his arms and beg him to take me right there on Sam's desk.
"Well, it sure changes how I feel about you. You are manipulative, possessive, controlling, and..." I searched for just the right word, something Pam had said about Bill came to me and I knew it was perfect. "And boring."
"Boring?" Bill looked shocked. "Sookie, can't you see Eric is manipulating you now? He has held so tight you must be suffocating. Eric is a master of lies, darling. He's just using you until he gets his fill."
Now I was really starting to get mad. I focused on not putting my hands up and blowing Bill up. "Eric has never lied to me!" I said tersely, "Eric knows exactly what I need and is not afraid to give me a little space. Yes, he's possessive of my, but you know what? I'm even more possessive of him."
"Sookie..."
"And another thing, Bill. Why are you trying to become king?"
I enjoyed the shock that came across Bill's face. He probably didn't think Eric would tell me anything about vampire politics.
"It is my right as one of Sophie-Anne's vassals." He said quickly and brushed past me out the door, I watched to make sure he left the bar. Feeling a bit pathetic, but rather safe than sorry, I sent Eric a text asking him to meet me at Merlotte's instead of the house.
"Sam, since when are you on Bill's side?" I gave Sam an angry look after ordering a drink for a customer.
"Since you fell in with Northman. If you insist on being with a vampire, Bill's the lesser of two evils. Personally, I'm still kind of rooting for the tiger." Sam attempted some dry humor. It didn't work, the mention of my ex-boyfriend Quinn the weretiger just put me in a more fowl mood. I gave Sam the cold shoulder for the rest of the night.
It was a relief to see Eric leaned against my car after my shift. I tossed him my keys, "You drive, I'm too mad."
