A/N: Characters belong to Charlaine Harris. I'm just taking them out to play. Thanks to LadyScorpio for everything she does.
…The final veil drops, hanging in the air like a speck of sunlight…
The Claiming of Sookie Stackhouse
Or
Restraint & Exploration - The Merging of Innocence and Knowledge
Knowledge
"Pride and jealousy there was in his eye, for his life had been spent in asserting rights which were constantly liable to invasion;
and the prompt, fiery, and resolute disposition of the man, had been kept constantly upon the alert by the circumstances of his situation."
~ Sir Walter Scott
Sookie sat outside Fangtasia watching the line of would-be party-goers. Fangtasia seemed to be a very popular place tonight, but according to Eric, it was pretty popular any night. From her car, she saw people dressed to the hilt in black, all black, all the time. She thought that was pretty cliché given the obvious nature of the bar, but of course she wasn't sure if just that sort of cliché wasn't what appealed to vampires anyway. She'd only seen Eric dressed in t-shirts and jeans and the few times she'd seen Pam she was dressed as a country club diva. Never black and red leather.
Until now. Through the throng of anxious people, Sookie spotted Pam at the door. She watched as Pam would allow some to enter the club, while others would be denied. Pam seemed to relish when someone who had been turned away would try to argue for admittance… she got right in their face and growled. Even through her car window, Sookie could see the dangerous gleam in Pam's eye as she threatened others. Yes, Pam was definitely not someone to screw with.
Sookie wondered if Pam would let her in. How humiliating to be turned away, especially knowing what she had done to get here. And knowing that Pam would know why she was there. Sookie leaned her forehead against her car's old steering wheel and took a deep breath. Maybe she should just turn around and go home. While coming here had never actually seemed like a great idea except in the privacy of her bathroom, now it seemed like the most terrible idea she might have ever had. She closed her eyes and Eric's visage came to mind…the soft blonde hair she wanted to run her hands through, those piercing blue eyes that seemed to be able to look into her very soul, his large hands that she could still feel on her body from even a week ago, the carved chest she wanted to feel herself crushed against. She brought her fingers to her lips and remembered his kiss. The softness of it, the passion between them stoking their mouths into the heated exchange it became.
No. She wasn't leaving. Not now, not so close. Pam wouldn't turn her away, if only to enjoy seeing her and Eric together and the possibility of some embarrassment. Sookie had no doubt that Pam would have at least some sort of understanding of what was going on, or at least what had gone on, between them. She only hoped that Eric hadn't confided it all to her. Her humiliation would then be complete.
Eric sat in his office going through paperwork, the amount staggering for a smallish but popular bar like Fangtasia. He also took this time to review his other investments and take phone calls for his various and sundry responsibilities. After two hours of stalling, it was time for him to attend to his final responsibility of the evening, and his least favorite…The Throne.
He had to admit, it was fun at first. Watching the breathers grovel at his feet, having his already enormous ego fed, being offered blood and sex by such willing participants. And for a long time he took advantage of that. As he became less enamored of The Throne and the fangbangers that were constantly in attendance, it became more and more of a chore.
Tonight, he despised the thought since he knew he wanted to be elsewhere. Sookie would haunt his thoughts the whole time he was sitting, waiting until he could join her. He was determined to take her. He knew what he wanted now. She was innocent, a blessing, and certainly deserved more than he could give her, and yet, selfishly he was going to claim her as his completely. Take her innocence, give her everything, and keep her tied to him, even if those initial threads were through sex. His seduction of her would be slow and deliberate. He would take her places, teach her things that he knew she had only experienced in her dreams. Eric would bring those dreams to life.
Untouched, he floated through the usual throng of Goth dressed wanna-be vampires and those that were the real deal. Some vamps were paid to be there several nights a week to add to the ambience, others came in hopes of hooking up with a willing fangbanger. Still others occasionally attended just to slum with others like themselves. The sea of black parted for him as he glided to The Throne of Torture. He sat, not even having to assume an attitude of boredom. He already was.
Sookie bypassed the line of people waiting to get in and walked directly up to Pam. Pam turned towards her and gave her a predatory smile.
"Well, Sookie, what a pleasure. You look positively virginal tonight. Quite…" Pam sighed as she raked her eyes over Sookie's curves, resting temporarily on the slightly exposed cleavage, "delicious indeed." Apparently Pam approved of her tight skinny jeans and white buttoned shirt, cut deep but not too deep. Her feet were already starting to hurt in the unfamiliar heels, but at least she had chosen her wardrobe well, enough to impress Pam at least. She hoped it would be enough to positively affect Eric too.
"Hey, Pam. Can I go in?" Sookie's voice belied none of her nervousness at being there.
"Oh, yes," she drawled. "This will be much too fun to deny you, or Eric, your little moment. Something I absolutely have to see." Pam's voice purred with too much excitement for Sookie's taste.
Pam led her through the front leather covered door and up to the bar, where Chao waited.
"Chao, you remember Miss Stackhouse? From Merlotte's?"
Chao nodded his head in recognition and his eyes glanced briefly to Eric sitting on the throne at the front of the stage. Eric's eyes were already lasered onto Sookie…he had felt her as soon as she entered the club.
Pam smiled like a lioness about to eat her downed antelope, "Whatever she wants is on the house." Her eyes shifted to Eric, knowing that Eric was very aware of Sookie's presence. Returning her attention to Sookie, "And Sookie, be careful. I'm sure Eric would hate for anything to happen to you while here."
"I can take care of myself. I've had his blood." Sookie could kick herself for that little addition. Pam didn't need to know Sookie had Eric's blood. And besides, it made her sound like she was some sort of superhuman now that she'd had some of Eric's blood. Special, even strong as it may be, it was ridiculous to think his blood alone would actually protect her from harm.
Pam smirked at the admission, "Sweetheart, I can practically taste Eric all over you. Be very careful." And then Sookie was left alone at the bar with a very nervous Chao.
"Gin and tonic please," she asked as she took a seat where she could observe the club. Sookie was pleased when Chao made the drink with Bombay Sapphire and not the cheap stuff. If she was going to get a headache, it would be from the overwhelming thoughts and loud music than from the drinks. That would at least make it better.
Her eyes avoided Eric's while she raised her shields only slightly so she could hear what was going on in the club. Everyone there was thinking about sex, sex, and more sex. She picked up many scattered thoughts that involved Eric, and she listened intently to those trying to figure out who they came from.
Tanya told me he was magnificient…
I want him to drink from me again…
I wonder if he remembers me…
God, just looking at him makes me tremble with need…
I wonder if he likes men…
How could I get him to turn me…
Be my daddy…
Sookie almost choked on her drink as she picked up the last thought. Why in the world would a man want Eric to be his daddy? She drowned her envy and irritation with several large gulps of her drink, trying to avoid Eric's eyes. Even without looking at him, she could feel Eric's gaze penetrating through her very soul and she could feel his blood inside her boil as his emotions poured through her body. He was apparently not very pleased with her being there. Well, to hell with him.
Sookie looked around her with interest, watching the different humans and vamps dancing, talking in low whispers in booths or lined up against the wall. Even though many guests were paying attention to Eric on his throne, she was pleased with the amount of attention she was getting. It made her feel sexy and desired, which is why she was there after all.
Sipping her second gin and tonic, she watched one vamp in particular, their eye contact never breaking. He was of average height, with dark blonde hair. He was nicely shaped, and very attractive. He had the same powerful charisma that Eric had, and she thought he must have been an older vamp as well. His green eyes penetrated hers, raising her desire uncomfortably. She'd never felt this way with anyone but Eric, and now she was feeling aroused by an unknown, but an attractive and probably dangerous vamp in Eric's club. She idly wondered why human men didn't do it for her the way vamps did. Oh yea, because I actually have to suffer through their thoughts…
The vamp walked towards her, seeming to glide across the mostly empty space between the dance floor and where she sat at the bar. He bowed in an old school sort of way, and when she put her hand out, he took it and kissed her knuckles.
"You are the most beautiful woman here," his deep voice resonated against the bass of the music. "Josef Kostan, at your service. May I have this dance?" He was so formal she half expected him to click his heels together as he introduced himself. But then she saw the sardonic grin, knowing he couldn't possible take himself that seriously.
She gave him a slightly crooked smile, something between a smirk and a grin, and nodded her head, feeling Eric's jealousy through their blood. She wondered idly if this vamp could 'smell Eric' all over her as Pam had said. She let him lead her onto the dance floor where the music was loud and full of vibrations that pulsed through her body. Her body immediately moved in time to the beat.
Sun down on the sorry day
By nightlights the children pray
I know you´re prob´ly gettin´ ready for bed
Beautiful woman get out of my head
Sookie's arms went around Josef's neck, allowing him to pull her close to his body. Her hips rubbed against his in time with the music and she allowed her eyes to drift along his eyes down to his lips and back to his eyes, which held what seemed like a perpetual sense of ironic humor. They didn't talk, just moved their bodies to the music.
I´m so tired of the same old crud
Sweet baby I need fresh blood
Whoo!
Howl
The moon shines on the autumn sky
Growin´ cold the leaves all die
I´m more alone than I´ve ever been
Help me out of the shape I´m in
After the fires before the flood
My sweet baby I need fresh blood
Eric thought he would scream watching Sookie, his Sookie, dancing with the 700 year-old vamp. Kostan never came to the club so he must have been feeling like some less aristocratic amusements tonight. Bad night for that, Eric thought. Of course, he had no reason to ever believe Sookie would come here without an invitation either. Watching Kostan rub himself all over Sookie, and watching Sookie reciprocate made his blood heated like a volcano, threatening to erupt right there on the Throne Stage.
Whoo!
Howl
Whatever trepidation you may feel
In your heart you know it´s not real
In a moment of clarity
Some little act of charity
Sookie swallowed as she felt Josef's hands pull her tighter against him, felt his hard erection under his expensive dress pants. He was unlike every other vampire here, he didn't fit in. While the rest were working on meeting the general standard expectations of vampires with their black and leather, Josef looked like he might emerge from a board room somewhere. His gray suit and black silk shirt and tie made him look quite elegant and Sookie couldn't help but feel attracted to his boyish good looks and his obvious sense of humor.
You gotta pull me out of this mud
Sweet baby I need fresh blood
The song merged into yet another one, even slower and sexier than the previous one. Sookie was becoming uncomfortable with Josef's unblinking and unequivocal stare, his hands on her body, but she could feel Eric's possessive emotions through their bond and she took heart that maybe her flirtation with the beautiful stranger would do just the trick to bring Eric around. As the new song grew louder, Sookie twisted in Josef's arms putting her back to his hard chest, allowing his arms to encircle her waist and pull her close. The music mixed with the pounding of Eric's blood and her liquid courage…
If you call on the telephone
And she answers long and slow,
… Sookie rolled her hips against the vamp…
Grab the first thing smoking
And you have to haul her home.
…her ass taunted him as she slowly brushed back and forth against his hardness…his hands swept along her sides and his fingers grazed just under the curve of her breasts…
That's evil, evil is going on wrong.
I have warned you brother,
… her hands raised above her head wrapping around Josef's neck…she felt Josef's fangs extend fully and press against her wrist as it pressed against his cheek…
You better watch your happy home.
…her head tilting back to look into his eyes…
Suddenly, she was ripped from Josef's arms by a very angry Eric and she heard growling between the two vamps, both men's fangs extended fully and bodies in full attack mode. The room grew silent, even the music stopped, and the space around the two hostile vampires cleared away as the scene in the middle of the room drew everyone's attention.
Eric snarled at Josef, "Kostan."
"Northman," Josef replied stiffly.
"She's mine." Eric declared emphatically. Sookie glared at his possessive statement as if she were a piece of furniture to be owned.
"I am not…" Sookie started but when she saw the barely restrained fury in Eric's eyes she shut her mouth quickly. This situation could go very bad very fast.
Josef laughed and then sniffed the air and nodded almost imperceptibly. "Not quite Northman. Almost, but not quite," his sardonic humor reappeared as a gleam in his eye. "I would have expected one such as you to have fully claimed her, but she doesn't seem to find your ownership very palatable," he laughed again at Sookie's clear dislike of being considered property.
"She is mine, Kostan." Eric repeated, relaxing imperceptibly as it became apparent Kostan wasn't going to fight him for Sookie. It was the smart play on Josef's part. And Josef was nothing if not smart, especially where it came to his own survival.
"Yes, well, so you said," smirking at Eric, Josef bowed low to Sookie and he took her hand and kissed it again, just to annoy Eric further. "Thank you milady for the dance. I have had a lovely time." Josef reached his finger to her neck and briefly touched the pounding artery under her skin. He nodded again to Eric and drifted away.
A blur of seconds later Sookie found herself pressed against the wooden wall of Eric's office. A growl from deep in Eric's throat raised the hair on the back of her neck. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Fan heller! What the fuck do you think you are doing, Sookie?" His voice was so deep and angry it was almost unrecognizable.
She was certainly afraid, and he knew it, but she had started this and intended to wreak as much havoc with him as she could.
"Last time I checked I was dancing. And having a good time too. What's it to you?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm and challenge.
"You were climbing all over him. He was seconds from biting you, and you…you were encouraging him."
"I wasn't… I wouldn't have let him…he wasn't…" she stuttered, unsure now that everything Eric had said wouldn't have happened.
"You could not have stopped him. Kostan is a powerful and old vampire. If not for me, he would have taken you and no one would have been able to stop him. You should not have come here."
"Why not? In case you hadn't noticed, this is America, a free country. And contrary to what you alluded to Josef, I am not your property," she yelled at him.
"Make no mistake, Sookie, you are mine. I will not tolerate another. Ever." Eric declared angrily, his possessive temper coming to bear fully on Sookie.
His hands were on either side of her head, his body pressed against hers, mashing her breasts against his chest. His eyes glowed in his anger and desire, his erection pressed painfully against her stomach. They were both breathing hard as they stared at each other, anger permeating the air around them.
He loomed over her, and crushed his lips to hers, fastening his mouth to hers, a brutal and angry kiss, devouring her, pouring all his possessive jealousy into her. Her mouth opened immediately to his thrust, their teeth meeting, his fangs fully extended, their tongues angrily fought for dominance. Without releasing her mouth, his arms jerked hers above her head, capturing her body with his against the rough wooden wall.
His mouth broke from hers and trailed along her jaw and neck leaving small marks and nicks in its wake. He broke skin, but didn't actually bite her. He wanted to mark her as his, leaving no room for doubt. He felt her throat contract against his mouth as she swallowed in desire. While one hand remained pinning her to the wall, the other ravaged her breast, massaging them roughly, appreciating as she pushed them further into his marauding palm.
"Take me Eric. Make love to me. Drink from me, Eric," Sookie whispered, her voice dripping in sex and the promise of sin.
Eric pulled away from her neck, looking at her, his blue eyes a raging storm of passion. He licked the small amount of her blood from his lips and sighed in frustration.
"Not here. Not now," His words almost inarticulate through the rough rumble of desire.
Tears welled in her eyes as she heard his rejection. "Why not? I know you have fed from others here. I've heard their thoughts. They would have you feed from them again. Do you have sex with them when you feed?" Her voice was wounded and angry.
Feeling calmer now that he was alone with her, and knew how receptive to him she was, Eric brushed a finger across her cheek, rested briefly on the trembling lip, and then let it drift down to the place on her neck where Kostan touched just moments before. "I don't feed here often, almost never anymore. I don't want what I can get here," he paused as he dropped his lips to one of the nips he had left on her neck.
He felt her breath catch and smiled to himself. He pulled back and saw the unshed tears welling in her eyes at what he knew she had taken as rejection. He leaned towards her face and softly brushed his lips against each eye lid, licking away the salty tears. His hand calmed against her breast, moving gently now as he recovered, his other hand releasing hers where it dropped to his shoulders, one of her hands buried in his hair, the other holding him against the nape of his neck. She clung to him.
His voice like dark velvet, "I do not just want to feed from you Sookie. I will make love to you. I will fuck you. I will do things to you that no one will ever be able to do with you again. And you won't ever want anyone else but me."
His head bent to kiss her again, this time more tenderly, his lips waiting for hers to open. Her tongue gently stroked against his and his hands went to either side of her face, kissing her deeply…one of those fantastic Hollywood movie kisses. She moaned into his mouth as he began to pull away again.
He smirked at her, "If you had just waited a few hours, Sookie, I was coming to you, lover."
Sookie was still breathing hard as she waited for him to continue. When he didn't she blurted out, "I was hurt Eric. I thought for sure you'd call or something after last week, but you didn't, so I came here… "
"To get my attention? Trust me lover, you never lost it."
She smiled slightly at that. "Well, now that I'm here…wanna show me around, or dance with me, or make love to me?"
"You dance very well, and we will dance…but not here. I will make love to you. I told you I was coming to you, tonight. And there is nothing to see here that isn't just like at Merlotte's: an office, a couple storage rooms, restrooms. That's about it."
Her heart stopped at his admission that tonight was the night. At least that is what she thought he was saying. Just in case, she stuck with something safer. "I'm guessing you won't take me here in your office, although I'm pretty sure I wouldn't object at this point. So maybe you'll give me a tour before I leave? Please?"
Eric shook his head as he took her hand and as started to lead her out of his office. Pulling away from him, she took a quick look around realizing the walls had nothing personal hanging there, nothing personal was on his desk. It was just a room full of papers covering his desk and hanging from the walls. The walls reminded her of the telephone poles that were sometimes covered with notices and band information. There were a few Fangtasia posters and the Fangtasia calendar of course. She grinned at the reminder of Mr. January.
The music from the club came in through speakers in the wall. This song was slower than others before it, it had more of a slow sexual grind to the rhythm and the words…well, they were perfect as far as Sookie was concerned.
Unconsciously, her body started to move with the strong beat of the music. She turned towards Eric and saw him leaning against the front of his desk watching her. She started dancing much as she had on the dance floor but did it just for Eric's benefit this time. Her hands slid up from her waist, briefly lingering on her breasts as she cupped them, then went to the back of her neck where she gently lifted her hair up off her neck and let it fall back down. She slowly moved towards him, feeling powerful and sexy as his eyes never left her slow undulating body. He did want her after all. It was obvious from the way his pants were tented, the way his eyes seemed to drag her clothes off of her, the way his tongue licked across his lips…
There'll never be a spring so perfect again
We'll never see a yellow so rich
The grass will never be quite as green
And there'll never be a kiss like your kiss
Her body reached his and her hands slid under his black sports coat brushing it back from his broad shoulders, feeling the tight muscles flexing against the black t-shirt. Her mouth reached for his as her hands wrapped around his neck and buried themselves in his hair.
There will never be a summer so complete
We'll never see a palette like this
Berries will never taste as sweet
There'll never be a kiss like your kiss
Her hands traveled across his strong neck, feeling the tickle of the fine hair at the base of his neck. She felt the strength of his shoulders and dropped lower where she could feel his nipples hard under his shirt. His breath was coming in deep gulps as she explored his body. Her thumbs made circles around his aroused nipples, teasing him, and was pleased when he sucked in his breath. Her eyes remained on him, but her hands travelled, touching all of those places on his body she wanted to feel, to kiss, to suck.
There will never be an autumn so vivid and warm
So red, so golden, so crisp
Never see a color in aubergine
There'll never be a kiss like your kiss
He let her claim his mouth, this kiss much softer and sweeter than their earlier smashing of mouth, teeth, and tongues. He let her guide this one, brushing her lips against his, her tongue tracing along his lips begging for entrance. His hands reached around her waist and pulled him carefully to him, letting her explore him but keeping his hands resting on her hips. Slipping between their bodies, her hands reached for his impressive erection, moving her hands against it through the cloth of his pants. Her fingers went to work on the belt that served only as an unwanted barrier to her desire.
There'll never be a winter quite so true
When the sky is painted with gifts
And there'll never be a moon so full and blue
There will never be a kiss like your kiss
There'll never be a kiss like your kiss
"Eric," she breathed.
His hands stilled hers where they struggled with his beltbuckle. "Sookie, you should leave now. I'll come to you later," His voice sounded strangled just like his hard, leaking cock felt after her gentle exploration.
She pulled away from him. "Is the tour over then?"
Eric's laugh was sharp as he answered, "For you, yes it is."
"Show me."
He wasn't sure what she was asking to be shown, but decided to go with the least suggestive option. Shaking his head, he took her hand and led her out of his office. He showed her the storage room, the delivery room, the kitchen.
"See nothing different than Merlotte's I'm sure."
"What is through that door there?" she asked, pointing to a large metal door at the end of the hallway.
Eric licked his lips nervously, "Just the basement."
She raised her eyebrows, having not missed his nervousness. "'Just the basement,'" she repeated sarcastically. "Pretty sure Merlotte's doesn't have one of those. Show me."
Again he shook his head, "No Sookie. That is not for you." She arched her eyebrows, indicating her slightly mounting anger or annoyance at his seemingly dismissive attitude.
She walked away from him towards the metal door, placing her hand on the handle.
"Sookie, if you walk through that door, everything will change. The genie will not go back in the bottle. You aren't ready. Trust me," his voice begged.
"You won't hurt me. I know that."
"No, I won't hurt you. But there are things down there you shouldn't see."
Sookie bit her lower lip and still looking at Eric, opened the door and walked through.
The basement was dark and poorly lit with fluorescents. There were two short flights of stairs with a landing where the stairs turned. The walls were concrete cinder blocks. Nothing too shocking.
Sookie hesitated just before she started to walk down the stairs. She could feel Eric close behind her. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she saw several large pieces of furniture of an ambiguous nature. She reached the bottom of the stairs and stared at the strange equipment.
Walking slowly, she approached something in the shape of a wide X. It had leather manacles on each end of the cross beams. She turned to Eric, her eyebrows raised and her eyes big.
"Is this some sort of torture device Eric?"
Eric gave a one-sided smirk at her innocent question. Tilting his head to one side, he said, "I guess that would depend on what you would define as torture, lover."
This time it was Sookie shaking her head. Her eye caught on a large swing hanging from the ceiling, also equipped with ankle and wrist cuffs and her eyes got large again. With the scooped seat made from leather straps, it was clear what this was used for.
"You have sex down here, using these?" Her voice sounded shocked as her hand ran across the leather straps of the swing. She found she was fascinated despite her shock.
Eric chuckled, "Does that disgust you?"
She looked at him and blinked a few times before answering, "Actually no. I'm…surprised maybe, but not disgusted. Who do you bring down here?"
"It's been a while since anyone has been down here for sex, Sookie. A long time."
"How long?" she demanded petulantly.
Eric stared at her, knowing this was not going to end well. Her irrational temper was already starting to flare, which never boded a positive end. "Several months, at least," he said because he hadn't brought anyone down her once he started seriously considering his pursuit of Sookie.
She wasn't sure she believed him, but chose to ignore the questions that came to mind. She walked back to the X-cross and stood against it, her arms and legs spread along the beams.
"Put me in this, Eric. Hook up the cuffs. I want to feel what it is like."
"Sookie…"
"Do it. I want to know." Again that disturbing demand in her voice. He could almost imagine her stomping her tiny foot at him. In time, probably not in the very distant time, he would have to teach her to be more submissive towards him. He couldn't have his woman talking back to him, demanding from him what he wasn't ready to give. Of course, he could start that now, but somehow he didn't. He didn't want to think too long on the why's and wherefore's of that.
Knowing this was a very bad idea, he walked towards her and first placed each leg in one of the cuffs, wrapping it loosely around her ankle. As he rose slowly up, he let his hands run along her tight jeans feeling her skin burn under the denim. His hand cupped her heat and pressed, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as his hand rubbed through her jeans. She was so hot, damp even through her jeans.
He groaned as his hands traveled slowly up her waist, lingering on her breasts, arching against him as she held her wrists in place against the cuffs.
He lightly glided his long fingers over her bare forearm, feeling her pulse quicken in anticipation as he approached her wrist. He watched her chest rise and fall as her breathing became a little heavier.
"So beautiful," he whispered in her ear, inhaling her alluring perfume and the sweet scent of her arousal. He felt how much she wanted him. He felt her heat, her growing desire and mounting frustration that this desire was not satiated. He felt the same way– he wanted her more than anything….
He pulled the leather cuff over her wrist just about to secure it. He placed a soft kiss on her wrist before fastening the buckle when his thousand year self-control finally kicked in. He shook his head, pushing the cuff away and stepped back.
"No, …No Sookie, this is not the right time for this…you are not ready. You do not know what you are getting into if we proceed. You need to trust me more lover," as he gently pulled her away from the X-device.
She was furious now. "You are such an ass Eric. Stop treating me like I am stupid or something. How dare you presume you know what I can and cannot handle or understand. I may not be as sexually experienced or knowledgeable as you, but I am not naïve! Stop using that stupid endearment too. You are NOT my lover…don't call me lover," her voice grew louder and her words were cutting and angry. All that frustrated desire she had held barely kept at bay erupted into the silence of the cement basement.
"You keep telling me you want me and then when the opportunity arises, you reject me and proceed to tell me what I should or should not do or think. I am tired of these fucking mind games you keep playing with me Eric." Sookie wiped angrily at the tears crawling down her cheeks. She was sure she had never been as furious as she was at that moment. He kept leading her on, promising her one thing and then denying her when she made herself available. Her body shook from the pain and anger and humiliation.
Sookie brought her entire weight back and threw it into her hand slapping him across the face, feeling satisfied at the resounding smack that echoed in the bare chamber, even if it made her hand burn and throb. She tore around him, storming up the stairs, shouting over her shoulder "I NEVER want to see you again Eric. It's OVER! Do not come to me ever again. I despise you," she spit out just for good measure.
Eric closed his eyes as he heard the metal door clang shut. Fuck! Fan heller! Förstöra, klanta sig! The whole night had been a cluster-fuck of emotions, ending with a disastrous derailment. He wouldn't leave it like this. He couldn't leave it like this. Part of him wanted to just say 'to hell with the little bitch' but the other part, the bigger part, knew that once his anger blew over he would be back in the same place…wanting only her, needing only her.
Time to suck it up Eric, he said to himself. Shaking his head for what seemed the umpteenth time that night, he found himself launched into the air speeding towards BonTemps, planning to arrive before she could. He would have Sookie and she would have him. There was no room for question.
Fuck! How could he have let it get so far…
TBC
A/N: Music is from True Blood soundtrack. Special veils go to anyone who recognizes a nod to another favorite vampire show. One of my stories starred my favorite character from that shows, and what do you know, he shows up here too. Feed the muse. This story gets harder to write so more food is required to keep her fat and happy…that would be the muse, not me. ;-) Because of course, I'm a deliciously tall, lithe, Swedish blonde woman looking for love with the perfect stranger, preferably a deliciously tall, lithe Swedish blonde male. Any takers?
