A note:OK i have gotten 2 separate reviews today regarding me taking too long to update,and I'll be honest in that they kind of hurt my feelings. I am an RN who works full time 12.5 hour shifts, I write in my spare time for fun, and I update weekly if not 2 times a week.I dont like rushing myself to put out something I dont think is worth reading, I want the story to be what I intend it to be,not rushed and sloppy.I am sorry if I take too long...but i just can't go any faster :( OK...pity party over, Eric and Sookie is supposed to be dirty fun people! 3
Erics ancient and tired eyes were fixated on Bill who stood above Sookies crippled and motionless body sideways on the hardwood floor of her entryway. Her beautiful hair was in disheveled tangles and the soft tanned skin of her upper body was splotchy with blood stains. Eric would've normally been driven wild with lust and hunger at the sight of her flesh so covered in crimson, yet in this moment, knowing full well the agony Bill had unleashed upon her, he felt only outrage. Her eyes were nearly shut, her left one somewhat swollen with a growing bruise beneath its lid. The smack Bill had delivered earlier had been completely without restraint of his full supernatural power. Despite the swelling, he could still see her dark pupils on him, praying out for Eric to take her away from her abuser. Engaged in a battle of wills, neither vampire was willing to step down despite the dire consequences of either of them harming the other.
Deep down Bill knew he stood no chance against Eric in battle due to his age, but he also knew that Eric had not been verbally invited into Sookies home...so the ball was in fact still in his court. He had bowed down to Erics wishes on many occasions, and had emphatically stated that Sookie was not to be touched when he grew aware of his Sheriffs obvious lewd interest in her...Yet the Viking had the audacity to corrupt her despite his bonding. This night would be sweet revenge upon the both of them for their dishonesty.
"If you give a shit about your lowly existence you will leave Sookie to me NOW" Eric bellowed out to him, fangs glinting against the darkness of the night around him. The physical distance between the two of them was only a matter of a few strides for Erics long and limber legs, yet it felt like miles. Eric stood tall and still in the doorway, somehow still appearing calm and collected, a perfect display of intimidation.
"She was mine Eric, you had no right!" Bill snarled back and pointed at the him with a tense and determined finger.
"She made her own decision last night...the decision not to be with a loathsome coward such as yourself...leave her to me now Bill Compton and perhaps I will reconsider ripping those eyes from your skull so you can watch me fuck her...again "
Bills icy blue eyes narrowed as the sting of Sookies betrayal stabbed through his unbeating heart once more. The crude word from Erics lips made it all the more real. She really had let him defile her, as much as he wanted to believe it wasn't true...
...Whore...she's nothing but a whore...if that's what she is then that's how I will treat her now...
His hands balled into clenched, tight fists.
"It's not her choice, she is bonded to me! Even you cant deny that...and I intend on keeping her despite this...indiscretion."
Eric allowed a smug and self-righteous grin to overtake his glowing face.
"...surely you aren't foolish enough to think your blood still has any power over mine? my 1,000 years would eradicate your bond even if she fed off you until you shriveled into nothing."
Bill hissed and brandished his fangs at Eric. He was unwilling to budge, Sookie continued to be a still and silent pile of skin and pleather in front of his feet, her eyes sealed shut. Presumably now unconscious, her chest rose up and down with the weakest of breaths. Erics grin faded as he looked down upon his paramour, time for debate had ended.
"As your superior both in rank and in constitution, I am ordering you to release her to me!" Eric was letting his anger begin to blaze through, he could no longer play "rational sheriff"...this was a personal attack against his power.
"I will not."
Bill smirked, and crouched over Sookies body, running a hand all the way down her side, his fingers flowing with the curves of her frame. He lifted her upper body off of the floor with a one rough tug, cupping her back with his right arm. Sookies eyes snapped open for a brief moment from the pain of being disturbed and a tormented grunt escaped her lips. Quickly her eyelids snapped shut again, pushing out tears that dirtied with blood upon their descent down her cheeks. He pushed a thick bundle of her hair away from her neck with his left hand, exposing her thready and weakened pulse point. Leaning his face into her warmth , he nuzzled her gently, eyes locked onto Erics and a sadistic grin across his face.
"Your blood may be stronger then mine, this is true...but a makers bond can never be broken."
Erics lip curled back with contempt, his fangs were easily twice the size of Bills. He was not one to be denied, especially by someone as low on the totem pole as this. However he was painfully aware of his present situation. Right now without being able to step foot near Compton, he felt uncharacteristically powerless...though you would never know by the intensity of his current looming display.
"Don't be a fool Bill, she's already beaten to a pulp! You may very well murder her in the process! Give her to me if you want any chance at redemption..."
Sookie was vaguely aware of the conversation being spewed back and forth above her, but the world was in bits and pieces. Everything appeared to be coated in static, her jaw felt unbelievably heavy and loose, every tiny movement of her face sent a searing misery through her. She was therefore trying her best to remain as still as possible. She felt Bills cold face now pressed into her neck and wanted to weep, she would've given anything to push him away and run into Erics arms. She never would've thought she would equate Eric Northman with safety, but here she was doing just that, and it felt surprisingly right...not like a decision made of pure necessity which most would presume in this situation.
Bills stiff hand roamed down to the top of Pams-borrowed pants and selfishly tore them down with one quick vampric rush. Sookie twitched, inevitably making her spit and jerk with agony from the sudden movement of her throbbing body. His rigid fingers rubbed up and down her now-exposed nether-region, the feel of her under his palm familiar and almost reassuring to his ego. Rapaciously Bill shoved two fingers inside of her, jamming them in and out at a feverish pace while still clutching her tightly into him with his other arm. His fangs almost buzzed with the electricity of arousal and thirst, without a second of hesitation he dove himself towards a spot above her clavicle and broke skin with a spurt of blood towards the doorway. The act of sex with taking blood was so ingrained into vampire culture, Bill was getting off immensely on watching Erics face as he devoured his bonded in every way possible.
Eric was stunned, and though he knew it would be to no avail, he could not stop himself from slamming his body into the entryway barrier, throwing his broad shoulder forward over and over. Each and every time his massive body was knocked back by a force much stronger than himself. After a few failed attempts his rage locked his vision onto Bills face once more. He screamed out to Bill, currently entangled with Sookie and taking in loud gulps from her artery, hand grinding into her insides mercilessly
"You are a gutless piece of filth Compton, I will get in this house, you mark my fucking words...As much as I would love to stake you on the spot, rest assured your demise will be the most AGONIZING AND PROLONGED DEATH I CAN CONCEIVE." His voice was such an palpable boom, it may very well have moved the Earth as it echoed through the night. Erics entire body was shaking violently, his eyes wide with fury, limbs twitching and aching to reach inside and rip his enemy apart until he was nothing but shreds of gristle and sinew.
Sookies body began to convulse under Bills attack, but without the energy within her system to flail it was hardly more then a small fit of twitches and spasms. Her body was fast becoming deprived of its oxygen-carrying liquid essence. His suction on her neck released with an audible popping sound, and his tongue rubbed into the gaping wound, encircling it over and over. Without his mouth to catch it, her blood poured in a wide stream down her neck and between her breasts, collecting beneath them both.
For the first time in centuries, Eric felt utterly helpless. His mania of anger was overtaking everything, his hands trembled as he closed his eyes for a brief second to compose himself. Though he would never let Bill Compton live to see another sunset, he could not let that be his main focus now. He was of no use to her if he could not get inside. Cautiously he peered down into Sookies halfway open eyes, they had about as much life left in them as a porcelain dolls. He bent down onto his knees, to be at her level, his expression was struggled and desperate.
"Sookie, min älskare, please find the strength to let me in.."
She showed no movement or sound. Her deep red blood pooled into thick puddles across the floor, almost to the point of reaching Erics toes. It sunk into the cracks between the wood panels and stained the knees of Bills deep brown pants. Eric watched with fearful eyes as her own began to glaze over and the normal color of her skin was beginning to morph into a pale and deathly white. Compton was sucking her dry, and incredibly fast. Sookie stared absently at the distorted image of her Viking, helpless and quaking in the doorway. He was a white and blonde blur, slowly being sucked farther and farther away from her as her consciousness was slipping away. She was floating off into a numb oblivion.
He knew better then to ask her again, she was far too weak to say anything in return. He had precious few options, if any at all. Ashamed for a brief moment, Eric felt the unfamiliar heat of a bloody tear trailing its way down his cheek. His hand came up to wipe it away, and after seeing his own redness on his fingertips he focused on Bill and resorted to drastic measures.
"Please Bill, I beg of you..."
It pained him to grovel before the likes of Bill Compton. That pain however was superficial compared to the anguish he was starting to succumb to at the thought of his one chance of happiness in his long existence being ripped away before he could even really taste it. He had no other alternative. Eric kneeled, his entire body quivering with a combination of hatred and despair. He was useless, good for nothing, paralyzed... as the woman he now knew he "loved" was being murdered and stolen from him. His fangs dug into the bottom of his own lip, more of his own blood making two small lines down his stubbled chin. The tears now flowed freely down his cheeks, as he murmured out to his dying beloved...
"...Jag är ledsen, min älskling..." ( ...I am sorry, my darling...)
Bill was lost in his own world of ecstasy in the taste of her, he could sense by the slowing of her heartbeat that he would have to pry himself away soon and feed her from his wrist. His shirt was saturated with her fluids, his hand still pumping in and out of her wet opening. Abruptly he removed his fingers from inside her, while once again sucking with relentless force upon her neck, and brought his hand down to the buckle of his own pants. He would make Eric watch as he claimed her for his own again, make him watch as he made love to her as she died only to be reborn as his pet for all eternity.
Eric...I'm going to die..
His hunched over body and bloody-tear stained face snapped to attention to meet his lovers gray and almost lifeless one. He could hear her. It was her voice, weak but audible, and it was as clear as a bell to his keen ears. How or why he did not know in this moment, perhaps it was just his heartbroken imagination going wild with madness to save her...but if there was any chance it was really her, it afforded him an opportunity.
"INVITE ME IN,NOW!" His arctic blue eyes brightened as he shot to his feet in the blink of an eye.
Her face was apologetic and sad, and though she had no idea Eric could actually hear her inner dialogue, her struggle to form the words with her lips as a last-ditch effort in saving her own life found its way over to him in a free-flowing ambient thought. Her soft voice blew by him, he could see the words in incredible contrast against the blackness of his mind. Her voice, frail and thready, called out to him and he picked it up with intense concentration.
Eric Northman, come inside...please.
He roared with a blood-thirsty smile and stomped one foot inside the floor of the house, now feeling no resistance to his immense presence. Bills mouth let go of Sookies flesh immediately and his shocked eyes peered up at Eric with horror. Sookies body slumped down to the floor as he let her go, sending ripples through the large ruby red puddle beneath them. Bills pants were halfway down as he stumbled backwards away from his victim.
Every muscle in Erics body was teeming with sparks and tense with a rage so great he was almost unable to see straight. Vision red and fangs hungry, he dove forward to kill Bill Compton.