Hello my dear fangfic readers! I feel bad for this poor keyboard . . . I has been abusing it with the amount of writing I have been doing. Now, I have to say that I am going to bring in a character in this chapter that should have been in the series more than a couple of episodes. I have been trying to develop his character as much as I can, so if there is something you do not like about him, feel free to leave me a review or a P.M. and I will take y'all's opinions into consideration. After all, what would I be without my loyal readers?
I would like to dedicate this chapter to a friend of mine once more. He just passed his Helicopter license exam and this is the least I can do to tell him congratulations. I love y'all, man. I told you that you had it in the bag! I love you, and you know it. :3
I do not own this series, nor do I profit from it in any way. All rights reserved to Home Box Office and Alan Ball. I do not own them, but Godric and Eric own me. ;)
I exited the bathroom after I managed to calm my scatter-brained self and sighed in relief (or possibly disappointment?) when I saw that the two childish ancient vampires were at least wearing pants. They sat upon the bed, speaking in a language that I did not understand. They looked so at peace, and I could not help but stare at them. The way they looked at each other; the way they spoke . . . it was obvious that their connection was much deeper than I initially believed.
Simultaneously, Godric and Eric looked at me. A warm smile played on Godric's face, whereas a mischievous one was plastered to Eric's. I knew that there was something going on inside that head of his, but I was afraid, anxious even, to find out. Both of their smiles did something to me that I was not too terribly proud of as the burning between my legs seemed to increase tenfold.
"Sookie," I heard Eric say. The tone of his voice brought shivers to my body. It was deep, and portrayed what he had in his eyes, as well as Godric's. Love; lust. I knew what Eric wanted, but Godric was too difficult for me to read. After all, i had barely known him a couple of days, and yet I had completely forgotten about that monster I had seen the previous night.
I approached them with caution, feeling like a wounded fawn before the eyes of two malnourished and rabid wolves. I tried to read Godric, but I could not get anything clear on him. He was obviously the dominant one of the pair; his stance alone confirmed it. His body was relaxed, but Eric's was rigid. What were they thinking? What did they have planned? I was a lost puppy, and they knew it as well as I did. The feelings that I was, well, feeling were foreign to me.
"Why are you so nervous, little one?" asked Godric, walking to me and cupping my face with his cool hand. The touch alone relaxed my body, but only to an extent. At age twenty-seven, one would think that I would know what could, and probably would inevitably happen with these two men.
"N-nothing . . ?" My response sounded more like a question than the statement it was intended to be.
"Humans omit a certain chemical from their bodies and sweat glands when they lie," Godric whispered. It was not like the dangerous whisper he had used on Bill and Lorena. It was amused, and in turn his expression changed as well. He was amused at my trying to lie to him.
I had no idea that humans gave off a chemical when they lied. Everyday, I seemed to learn something new.
"He tells the truth, lover," Eric said from directly behind me. I jumped forward and crashed into the immovable object that was Godric and his arms came around me. Both let out a loud bellow of laughter in unison.
"Damn it, Eric! I hate it when you do that!" I squeaked, turning around in Godric's arms. I poked him in the sternum, and he pulled me out of Godric's arms and into him, tickling my sides. I started to laugh and broke out of his grasp, running with him trailing behind me at a human pace, laughing and seemingly enjoying himself. Every now and then he would reach forward and tickle my sides.
"Children, please," Godric chuckled. He stepped in front of me. I crashed into him before I could slow down. I was still laughing and Eric was too.
While laughing, I asked, "Godric I ask for your protection from Eri- ah!" I felt Eric tickling me again.
"I love the way that sounds coming from your mouth, lover," said Eric in a joking, yet deep tone.
I looked up into Godric's eyes. His face was still amused.
Kiss him, you idiot! my subconscious yelled at me.
I want to, but what if he doesn't . . .
Dude he wants you, how blind are you?!
I want him . . ?
You tard, what are you? Sexually anorexic?!
Hey! Back off; we are the same person, you know! Now how do you know and I don't?
He obviously wants you to! Look at him again.
I listened to my subconscious after our little argument and looked at Godric again. His expression held lust. It was evident. I lifted my chin a bit and felt him respond in kind. He brushed his lips over mine for a moment before deepening the kiss. I felt Eric touch his front to my back and his lips made cool, open-mouthed kisses on the side of my neck, nipping and licking every now and then. I moaned into Godric's mouth, and he slid his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues battled for dominance, but it was evident that he would end up winning in the end. I gave up the fight but broke away from him and captured Eric's mouth with mine. Their flavors contrasted drastically; where Godric was slightly sweet, Eric was spicy. I felt like I was drowning in a vat of passionate fire. It was hard for me to concentrate on anything but Eric's mouth and Godric's ministrations with his skilled and aged mouth.
Godric kissed my stomach with feather-like caressed, leaving a trail of fire similar to Eric's in its wake. He nipped just below my breasts and I cried out into Eric's mouth from the pleasure it elicited from me. I felt his fangs click into place and I caressed them with my tongue, owning a moan from him. I was in heaven.
I ran my fingers through Eric's hair and moaned into his mouth when I felt Godric's tongue run along my hip line. I removed one of my hands from Eric's hair and ran it through Godric's soft, brunette locks. I knew my skin was heated, because the temperature of Godric's and Eric's skin seemed to drop.
My breathing became rapid from what the two men were doing to me. My core throbbed longingly, begging for some sort of release to ease the fire. I ended up saying something that I never thought I would say to anyone.
"Bite me." It was muffled by Eric's mouth, but I knew they understood. Eric pulled away and looked at me quizzically.
"Sookie are you sure?" asked Eric. Even Godric looked at me with an odd expression. His fangs, too, were extended fully. If I had them, mine probably would be too.
"I have never been so sure of anything in my life," I clarified in a whisper.
"Sookie, if we bite you, I want you to take our blood after," said Eric. I knew what that meant. We would all form a bond if I said yes. We would always have a part of each other, regardless of where we were. I wanted it . . . I loved them. "You do realize what the means, correct little one? It would create a bond. We would be able to feel each other's emotions, know where we are at virtually any time, everything. The three of us will be a whole, always and forever."
"This is a commitment that cannot be undone," Eric began, but I silenced him by capturing his lips with my own. I was sure.
"I love you, Eric. And I love you, Godric," I whispered.
"And we love you as well," said my two vampires in unison. And upon saying that, Godric rose to his feet. He moved to my neck and kissed it, licked it, nipped at it. Eric, however, kissed my collar bone twice before he licked my neck. I felt Godric move my head back, supporting my weight with his arm as if I was no heavier than a feather. I felt both of their fangs on my neck at the same time, and then they both sank into my arteries. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time. I felt them each draw three times before they pulled away and sealed the wounds. They then bit into themselves, my blood still dripping from their lips, and Godric presented his arm to me. I took two drinks from him, reveling in the sweet taste of his blood.
Eric then presented his arm to me and I repeated my actions. His flavor was as spicy as his mouth had been. It had a taste that could only rival cinnamon. It was delicious, and the fact that I thought as such about blood freaked me out for a moment until I heard a satisfied moan come from Eric. His eyes closed and his head fell back ever so slightly. When I felt that I had consumed more than enough, I released his arm from all points of my grasp. If I did not force myself to stop at that point, I never would have.
I felt the two vampires come around me and they wrapped their arms around me. I had never felt safer. It was finished. We were bonded together, all three of us. And I could not be happier.
Well, there y'all have it! In this story passing blood to form a blood bond must only occur twice. To answer another question, Sookie is influenced slightly by the blood in her system when it comes to her feelings, but the rest are her's. I will try to explain that little tidbit in the very near future. I hope you enjoyed it all the same. Please rate and review! Until next time, my dears.
Wolfe