Disclaimer: I do not own Sookie Stackhouse's character, or the remainder of the characters listed on the website. I have merely created the plot.
Author's Note: It's been a week since my last update, so I figured I should add another chapter. I will probably doing this for the remainder of the story however – a chapter a week. I started updating my other stories (for Harry Potter) and I feel I should be giving a fair amount of time for each one. Sorry for the disappointment! But I hope you enjoy, and review! Thank you so much.
Chapter Seven
When Samantha pushed open the enormous black doors, the rest of the tourists and me were blasted which the coldest air imaginable. I immediately felt goose bumps crawling up my arms as I yanked my purse up over my shoulder, slipping my cell phone out of it to put in my pocket for safe keeping. I wasn't entirely sure that we were allowed to be taking photos of the headquarters; therefore I was glad the phone had a quick button on the side that allowed me to take pictures without even opening it.
The hallway inside of the black doors was freezing, probably right at zero degree Celsius I imagined. I could see my breath as Samantha led us through the large plain hallway that had nothing except one door at the end of it.
"This is just the entrance tunnel," Samantha explained, her breath coming out in quick puffs as she briskly lead us towards the door at the end. I huddled closer to the group to keep warm, regretting my outfit of a cropped shirt immediately.
"Now." Samantha paused at the door to face us. "I would please ask for no flash photography by this point, and to please remain silent as I discuss the areas we will be seeing in the tour. Everyone ready?" The group nodded a response, and she pushed open the single plain grey door.
A warmer air greeted us, and we all sighed with relief as we hurried single-file through the door, which closed behind us quietly. I drew in my breath as I took in our surroundings of this room.
We were standing in what had the structural appearance of a chapel, with tall arched ceilings and dark glass panels to keep the sunlight out. However, there were no pews for us to sit on that would allow it to be a chapel. Instead, little cubicles that consisted of a desk, a computer and a chair – and sometimes occupied by a human – filled the majority of the area with the exception of carpeted aisles for people to walk through. It looked pretty much like a normal office aside from the ceiling and walls, with a water cooler and a long desk with a coffee maker, cups, milk and sweeteners up against one wall.
"This is the reception area," Samantha explained as she led us down the middle aisle. "For the most part, this is where any day time phone calls or appointments for Errol are recorded and set up. This is also where Errol personally assists his employees during the evening as he begins to set up his new locations."
I had no idea what she was talking about, but the tourists gave low oh's and ah's as she said this, their cameras clicking away in all directions. I decided I should get a description of this room as well, and slid my cell phone out of my pocket, pressing the quick button as I took a picture of the chapel room. I put a name underneath it that read "Reception area" to show Eric.
"Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you the dining area through here. Very fascinating." She made it sound so, but I doubted it would be and let my mind wander into those of the employees who were working within the cubicles. A small blonde boy of about twenty-three was thinking how much he'd rather be watching porn right now, and a tall girl with auburn hair was actually watching porn. I grimaced and moved forward with the rest of the tour.
Samantha smiled brightly as she pushed open what appeared to be another black panel in the wall of the end of the reception area, but was actually a door. We all walked through and stood at the end of a large room with about ten picnic benches set up in five lines. One wall held a long table of cups, fresh fruit and coffee and behind that table was an open area in the wall that allowed the chefs in the kitchen to look through and take orders.
"During the night, the kitchen is closed off and the tables are cleared and lined with real willing humans and hundreds of bottles of synthetic blood for the real masterminds of Errol's Manor," Samantha explained nonchalantly, waving her hand absentmindedly. "In the morning, it's quite boring. Perhaps you'd like to come back through at night to see some real interesting things."
I shuddered at the thought and took out my camera, taking a few quick snaps around the room. So far, the tour was promising to be nothing but boring. It almost appeared like a normal office in New York.
It was only when Samantha led us to the next room that I was proved how wrong I was.
As she pushed open the door, everyone's mouths opened and soft gasps flowed around the room. I highly doubt our gasps were heard though.
This was the largest part of the headquarters, I discovered. It was approximately three football fields in width and four football fields in length. The ceiling had that chapel-like arch to it again, and the dark panels cast an eerie, unrealistic glow to the room. The room was so crowded with people that I could barely believe how we would get through. But the most intriguing part of the room was the fact that every human standing in the room either held a gun, a bow and arrow, or some sort of weaponry.
"This," Samantha said, gesturing a hand towards the room. "Is the training room."
"Training for what?" a plump older woman asked, the camera she held shaking in her hands as she watched an incredibly brawny man aiming his gun at a drawn picture of a vampire's head.
"Oh, well that's not for me to tell you," Samantha said cheerfully, tilting her head with a smile. "In fact, none of you will learn what they are training for. It's very private."
I took this time especially to take as many pictures as I could. I glanced around the room as Samantha explained the seriousness of the training, completely tuning her out. There were cameras set in every corner of the room, as far as my eyes could see. I took pictures of this as well, trying to be discreet so the camera people wouldn't consider me to be a spy. I also tried to look pleasantly enthralled in everything Samantha was saying, and took pictures of various weapons as we wound our way through the enormous crowd of brawny men.
"There are no women training here?" I asked suddenly, glancing around the room.
"Oh goodness no," Samantha said with a wider smile. "Women have a much different job in this scenario. We'll see as we go into the next room."
And sure enough, as we made our long journey through the thousands of men filling the room, I found out that the women had a specific role that… disgusted me. As we entered the next room, I gasped and covered my mouth in horror, though I tried to play it off as amazement.
The next room was slightly smaller than the last one, but only slightly. This room was filled with the women, who were either lying on beds or sitting in chairs. The majority of the women there were scandalously clad and were obviously fangbangers. Each woman had their own station with a nurse, a glass, a jug of water, and millions of pills. And they all had needles stuck into them, multiple needles. The most I could count on one of them was fifteen.
"These are the willing blood donors for the vampires," Samantha explained as she circled stations for us to look. "Each woman has pills that would improve their blood, including iron, and are removed of a majority of their blood per day for the vampires to stay strong.
"Has – has anyone ever died?" an older woman asked shakily.
"Oh yes, many." Samantha shook her head. "Unfortunate, it is. But they were willing to do this for us; therefore we must accept their generosity and do what we can with it."
I grimaced as I saw a much older woman, near her sixties, with lots of eye make up and her skirt hiked up, moaning in pleasure as the nurse stuck three needles somewhere where they did not need to be stuck.
"Let's continue," Samantha said, leading us through to the door near our right. Everyone turned their attention immediately towards that door, and I followed, trying my best to clear the image I just saw.
The next room was obviously the dormitories of the vampires, or something like it. It reminded me of a hotel hallway, with a handful of doors parallel to each other. There were numbers plastered on the doors from one to ten, and there was a random potted plant set in the corner.
"This is where Errol's leading men and women sleep during the day," Samantha said as she ran a hand over one door. "Errol himself does not sleep here, for security purposes. And." She turned to face us, her eyes suddenly cold. "If any of you are from the Fellowship of the Sun, you may as well turn around right now because if you even attempt to set something on these doors or sabotage them, you will be torn to pieces within seconds."
The entire group of tourists froze, staring up at Samantha. I blinked and proceeded to snap pictures of each door. I was tempted to ask her to tell us who was in which room, so I could mark them down in my phone, but I fought back that temptation to avoid looking suspicious.
For the most part, the tour gave me nothing remotely intriguing to take pictures of, but I did anyway – I wasn't sure what information Eric needed exactly. The most resourceful picture I got was the one that showed the grand staircase that lead up towards Errol's resting place and his body guards.
"Now, the gift shop is the last spot on our tour," Samantha said after another half an hour of complete wastefulness. The tourists eagerly split up to peer around the shop as I absentmindedly picked up a coffee mug that read "I Love NYC and Errol!"
"Hello." I turned to see Samantha talking to me, her fake smile plastered on. "You have lovely hair, did you know that?"
"Oh, thank you." I touched the ends of my wig and smiled faintly, placing the mug back down.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"S- Alexei. Alexei Bernoth," I said, remembering instantly that I was under cover.
"Very nice to meet you. Are you attending tonight's events?" she asked curiously.
I glimpsed into her mind for a brief second to read her thoughts. Fucking Errol, should've called me back last night… our times together weren't amazing, I'll show him… this girl would make a perfect present for Errol… he'd have fun fucking her brains out, but only if I can join in.
I was thankful that I was a master at hiding my emotions as I cleared my throat. "Oh, what events?" I asked cautiously.
"Oh, well for the next few days, Errol will be hosting an event every night. Tonight in particular is a strip club sort of event, along with a fashion show. You are welcome to come and bring a date."
"Oh yes," I said suddenly. "My boyfriend and I, he mentioned coming here. I just wasn't sure what the events were."
"Of course." Samantha smiled and picked up a pin with Errol's name plastered on it. "It would be lovely if you could."
After I forced myself to buy some fudge called Errol's Favourite, Samantha led us back into the main room, where we thanked her for a lovely tour and hurried out of the building as fast as we could.
When I came outside, many hours had already passed. Before I waved down a taxi, I decided to treat myself to something special. I walked into the Starbucks on the corner and bought myself a tall white chocolate frappuccino, amazed at how delicious it was. I then bought myself an enormous foot long hot dog with everything on it, and climbed back into a cab. Luckily, I had just enough money left over after my splurging on treats to give the driver as I climbed out and went back into the hotel.
Once safe up in our room, it was close to dusk. I sank into the large leather couch, sighing in comfort, and set my cold drink on a coaster, flipping through the TV. My scalp was itching like mad, so I slid off the wig and tossed it over the arm beside me, removing the bobby pins to let my hair cascade down my shoulders.
I spent a good thirty minutes eating my foot long, seeing as it was so big that I had to take my time. The frappuccino was melting quickly, so I swallowed it in large gobs and opted for some peach tea instead. As I got up to go to the fridge, I heard shuffling inside of Eric's room. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him zip across the hallway to the bathroom so fast that it was a blur. Stunned, I went over to the fridge and grasped a bottle of peach tea, bending over a little to get it with the hot dog stuck in my mouth. A firm pair of hands grasped my waist as I was bent over, and something particularly firm began to move against my behind.
"Good evening, lover," Eric's cool voice droned in my ear. I stood up abruptly and turned to him, most likely looking absolutely ridiculous with an enormous hot dog protruding out of my mouth and a bottle of peach tea in my hands, clad with ridiculously long fingernails.
"You scared me," I said as I popped the hot dog out of my mouth. Eric's gaze had frozen at the sight of me, and he glanced down at the hot dog in my hand as I took it out.
"Oddly enough, lover, the sight of you with that disgusting piece of mixed meat sticking out of your mouth has made something begin to throb down below," he said, grinning up at me.
"Oh, shut up," I said, blushing slightly.
"No." Eric took the hot dog and bottle out of my hands, putting them on the counter behind me and leaning forward, his hands on either side of the counter as he pressed me against it. It was then that I realized Eric had only a towel wrapped around his waist, and I could immediately feel something swelling against my thigh. I let out an involuntary moan.
"Sookie." His voice was almost a whisper, and a series of shivers spread down my arms. I opened my eyes slowly to see him gazing back at me, passion and lust glazing over his eyes. "What time is it?"
His odd question caught me off guard, and I glanced over his shoulder to read the digital clock on the satellite box. "Seven o'four," I said precisely, my eyes flicking back to him.
"I have an hour of your time," he said, his fangs extended just slightly. I knew what he meant right away.
"Eric, no," I said sternly, pushing my hands against his chest. But his hands caught my wrist and his head tilted to take one of my fingers into his mouth, sucking on it slowly.
"Stop it," I quivered, moving my hand away from his mouth. He ignored me once again, wrapping his arms around my waist and pushing our hips hard together. I was amazed that the towel was still staying in place.
"I will have you right now," he growled in a voice that wasn't human. I bit my lip and looked up at him.
"Wait!" I gasped as his lips came closer to mine. I managed to move away from his arms to rush to my bedroom, sitting on the end of my bed as I snapped off each nail, took off the fake eyelashes, and popped out my coloured contacts. I then flung open my door to see Eric standing there.
Without another word, his arms gathered me against him and our lips met in a fiery passion. His fangs very gently nibbled on my lower lip and I let out an audible moan at the feeling while my lips tugged and sucked on his, kissing him with such a roaring passion that I could barely stand it. He walked backwards until we were both within the bathroom, and his hips moved against mine to pin me against the vanity. His hands ran up my bare skin underneath my crop shirt, and goose bumps speckled my skin at the feeling. Once his fingers grasped the ends of my shirt, Eric lifted off the shirt to leave me in my bra and jeans only.
Not speaking, but keeping our lips on one another's, he lifted me onto the vanity and spread my legs apart to move between them, pressing roughly between me. I gasped and my hands reached up to slide into his hair. He responded with a sound that resembled a hiss and tore off my bra, ripping it right off my back. I couldn't speak; every part of my body was sacrificing itself to Eric. He slowly dragged his fangs down the side of my neck, never sinking them in, and slid down until his lips met my breast. As his cool lips circled my right nipple and his fangs dragged along it very gently, my body arched and my fingers tugged on Eric's hair somewhat roughly.
He continued to pleasure me there, his tongue circling the hard peaks and his lips pulling them firmly into his mouth. I could barely breathe, and my breath came out ragged and shallow as his hand found its way between our bodies to press between my legs.
"Eric," I sighed against him, pulling him down into me. "Now."
He ignored me once again, frustrating me, and reached between our bodies to unbutton my jeans. I thanked God that I had worn my prettiest pink panties – a thong – as the tight jeans struggled to slide off my sweating body. He moved away for a moment to seize the towel with one hand and shrug it off his body, tossing it aside. I bit my lip as I gazed at him from head to toe, taking an extra long glance somewhere between those two points. He didn't say a word, although I wanted to say a million to him, and he slid two fingers under the straps of the thong to slide it down and off, tossing it aside with the remainder of our clothes.
He picked me up in his arms and brought us through to his room, falling backwards onto the silky sheets of his bed as he brought me over him. I knew exactly where to go, what to do, as my hips rocked forward and he shoved every inch of his length inside of me. I gasped, gripping his hips as I pulled him close, my head tilted and my body shivering.
Eric seemed to know exactly what movements his hips should make as he rocked them back and forth in time with me, pushing himself slowly out and then roughly into me. I was begging for more without actually telling him, and he knew my cries immediately. He flipped us over so that I was lying on the bed top, gazing up at him, and bent to drag his tongue in a line over my collarbone as he pushed himself roughly inside of me. I shrieked slightly, but not in pain; the pleasure was almost too much. I grabbed Eric's shoulders and dug my nails into them, drawing blood, as we both moved in hard, quick thrusts into one another. My breathing was heavy and I could see actual drips of sweat sliding down his pale face, a sight that amazed me. Bill had never sweated when we had had sex before.
Eric seemed to know every position available as he picked me up once more, his member still inside of me, and brought us through to the living room. He set me down on the top of the couch rather than the seats and thrust himself into me there. I gasped and spread my legs to wrap them around his waist, pulling him tighter and harder into me. He responded very well by thrusting harder than ever into me, and my breasts swayed with the force.
Three orgasms came after one another in that position and he didn't stop there. We continued fucking with me bent over the top of the couch, pushed onto the coffee table, pressed up against a wall, and at once point he held me up with minimal effort to hold me against the fridge and thrust into me there. I didn't think I would enjoy myself so much, but I did; Eric was incredible.
"Sookie," he grunted as he thrust into me, his hands in my hair and my back shoved against the cupboards. "You are un-fucking-believable."
I couldn't respond, because another orgasm shuddered through my body and I gasped out in delight as I felt Eric respond at the same time. We cradled together, our heads on one another's shoulders, as we both meted our breaking point. Collapsing against the counter and unable to breathe, I looked up at Eric with heavy breaths. He grasped my chin with both hands and brought my lips up to his, kissing me softly but deeply.
"If I could feel any emotions, I know I would love you," he said softly. My heart soared. It was the first time Eric had ever used the word love with me, and I choked back a soft sob as I smiled up at him, swinging my arms around his neck.
"Do we really need to go to Errol's tonight," I murmured as he held me around his body.
"Yes, lover," he murmured into my ear, stroking my sweat-soaked hair. "We are obliged to go. Now, let us go shower and change for the night." He kissed my lips once more as he glided through the hallway towards the bathroom, starting the shower. We were both very tempted to continue our evening in the shower, but decided only to bathe – and tease. When Eric turned to reach the soap, I would accidentally slide my shampoo-slippery hand over his length and stroke him, just once. He would moan and tilt his head back for that one stroke, but I never continued it.
Once we were both showered, we proceeded to change into our disguises. I asked Eric what outfit I should be wearing tonight, and he chose the very pretty royal purple silk dress that looked as if it was a high-waisted skirt with a tank top underneath it. I fastened my hair to put my wig on as the final touch when Eric came out in his disguise.
I had to admit, Eric almost looked even better in his disguise then he did in real life. His hair was still blonde, but very wavy and combed away from his face. I could tell he done something to make it look shorter, but I couldn't tell you what. He too also wore glasses which were rectangular and thick. His eyebrows were thicker, and his lips were fuller. His chin had added a cleft to it as well. His eyes were the same colour, but I liked it. He wore a very nice black dress shirt with a sheen to it, half-tucked into a pair of dark grey cotton pants and black penny loafers.
As we left the hotel, Eric quickly slipped a photo of my disguised self into the laminated fake license. We held hands as we walked towards the elevator, stood in silence all the way down, and exited with admiring gazes coming our way.
"You look beautiful like this," Eric said into my ear, putting on a thick accent I thought was actually his real accent. "But I prefer you as Sookie."
I blushed and beamed up at him the entire time we rode the taxi to Errol's headquarters.