Conversations With Dead People
Chapter 4 - In My Head
Authors Note - Heyy guys! Thanks for all of your awesome reviews, i love them, they make me want to write more :) i also want to say to Erick's that my story is rated M for later chapters which will include some smut. Yay !And if you want to find out who's gunna be included in that smut your just going to have to keep on Reading and reviewing. I own nothing...unfortunately :(
Fangtasia
Eric's pale blue eyes snapped open in a blur. He looked from side to side, without having to twist his head, but was only met with the plain black walls of his daytime coffin, not that he had expected to see anything else. That was the strongest and the most realistic he had felt it so far.
Ever since Godric's death Eric had been having small waves of this feeling, the feeling of his and his maker's once strong bond, the bond that like Godric should be dead. It had been coming and going every now and then. Nothing big though, nothing to be even slightly suspicious about, it was just Eric's overactive imagination. Well he had thought it was.
Eric had been coping very badly with the death of the most important person to him. Though he would die the true death before he let anybody see it, not even his progeny Pam, He would never let himself appear weak. But every once in a while he would have to storm off to his office, cause he would get a small wave of the feeling of his maker, like he was close by or something. And Eric wasn't sure if his body would betray him with bloody tears in front of a crowd of people, or to be more accurate a crowd of blood lusting vampires and a load of pathetic and desperate fangbangers.
Although he hadn't actually seen Godric's ghost since he buried Russell Edgington in concrete, the feelings had gotten substanually stronger and had become longer and a lot more consistent.
Eric growled loudly in frustration at the fact that he was confined to this stupid coffin; it meant that he was unable to sees if Godric's ghost had come back. He had to be close by. The feeling was too strong for him not to be. Eric growled again and hit the lid of his confinement with his large and powerful Viking fist nearly punching a whole straight through the thick lid.
"GRRRRRGGGHHHH!" He shouted immensely louder.
New Orleans, Hours Earlier
Bill impatiently paced the length of the queens newly installed sun room, over and over again. His arms were firmly crossed over his broad torso. He was shortly becoming really aggravated.
'When will she tire of this fucking meaningless game? We have other matters and business to deal with, including a certain blonde telepath from Bon Temps. Sometimes it is blantley obvious that she was changed at such young age' Bill thought all the while glaring at the back of his queens red, shiny head, but she was too preoccupied to notice or even to care.
"YATZEE!" The queen shrieked and bounced up and down on her chair as she won once again. She smiled and giggled at the dumfounded faces of her subjects who were playing the game with her. "Your majesty, that is the 17th time you have played and 17th you have won. Please can you pull yourself away from your game for just a minute and precede onto much more important matters?" His voice was steady; he had stopped pacing and was looking hopefully at Sophie-Ann. She huffed annoyed and twisted in her chair to look at Bill properly.
"Oh Bill, you are so fucking impatient and just plain boring sometimes!" Sophie-Ann sighed again. "Relax a little. Play with me" She grinned deviously at Bill, displaying a set of brilliantly white teeth.
"Your majesty, you know i always love to play games with you. But right now i am in no mood to play" Her grin left her face, and was replaced by a irritated frown.
"Urrgghh, fine" She rose from her chair and gracefully walked towards Bill. "Let's talk Sookie" Her smile dominated her pale face again at the thought of the blonde girl. "How do you intend to get her for me?" Bill returned her smile this time.
"However you please" He bent down on one knee and gently and seductively placed a kiss on her manicured hand, whilst staring into her light blue eyes.
"When?"
"Tomorrow night, as soon as we rise"
Sookie's House, Back To Present Time
Sookie sighed "Try it again" she picked up her grans old and tattered mop and quickly wiped up the spilt Tru blood.
It turned out ghosts could get hungry, and since Godric had taught himself how to pick up and touch stuff, sookie and him figured they should try getting him to drink something. So far no such luck.
Godric put the red half empty AB negative bottle on the kitchen counter.
"Sookie i don't think that this is going to work" He looked at her in defeat. "It's not working"
"You mean it's not working yet. Just try again, you managed to pick stuff up after a while and now your gunna drink some synthetic blood" she propped the mop up against the same counted that the tru blood sat on and looked back at him encouragingly "Now pick it up, and try again"
"Fine" He sighed and hesitantly picked up the dark red bottle, not wanting to spill anymore on Sookie's already stained red kitchen floor and brought it up to his pale lips. But like Godric had suspected it went right through him, literally, and made a big red puddle on the floor. Sookie sighed and looked at her watch.
"Look don't stop trying but I need to go and get ready for work it's getting late real fast" she smiled at him and ran off up the cream stairs and into her average size bedroom.
Godric stared after her as she left, he found that he really liked watchin the way her butt swayed as she ran, and smiled a toothy grin. But he then pulled himself out of his trance re-minding him-self that he was a guest in her home and as much as he liked admiring her butt she properly wouldn't feel the same way about it. He mopped up the small red puddle and lost himself in his thoughts.
Sookie stepped into her second shower of the day and began to scrub her body. Whilst here her mind started to wander. She was picturing what it would be like to have Godric in here with her, with his cold pale hands caressing her skin and his pale lips kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and imagined him pressing up against her and his hands slipping lower and lower down her stomach and towards her womanhood...
Sookie's eyes flew open. 'What the hell? Since when did i start thinking about Godric in that way?' She washed the remaining soap off of her skin impatiently trying to keep herself preoccupied so her mind wouldn't wander off.
She quickly stepped out of the shower and walked into her bedroom wrapped in a light blue towel. All the time mentally forcing herself not to think about what a big effect that small Godric fantasy had had on her. She sat down on the corner of her bed and begun to dry her hair. She looked out her window and huffed when she saw the dark turn the day had started to take.
After she dried herself off she put on her black shorts and white t-shirt with Merlottes embroided on the left breast. She pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail, and applied discrete make-up, before walking towards her door.
She flung the door open and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who was standing there waiting for her. Her mouth and eyes flew open and she attempted to scream, but nothing came out, she couldn't even move. All she was able to do was stand there and stare as he walked slowly towards her a sick pleasure dominating his face.
Dun, dun, da ! I know it's shorter than usual but if you review quickly a nice long one will come up next for chapter 5. Xxx luv Tash