Make sure you go back and look at Chapter 6. I put a real Chapter 6 in there!!!!!! And removed the sick note. I've been up most of the night working on the original novel I'm writing (yup I'm a writer outside fanfiction ;) ) and I figured I would play with Eric a little before I go to sleep!
Warning: In this story… Eric is NOT nice. NOT romantic. And is definitely a complete dick. At least for now. This is for those that hadn't picked up on that fact yet. Sookie is in for a rude awakening.
Once again these are Charlaine Harris' characters. Not mine. But I do so enjoy taking them out for a spin.
Eric knelt over the unconscious Sookie and surveyed the situation. He was not happy. Unhappy was too kind a word for his current situation. He was downright pissed. There went his shot at a meal. If he was going to continue to play with the girl over the next however long (until he got bored) then he simply couldn't take advantage of her blacked out body. It's not like Eric had any scruples against the situation. There wasn't a moral bone in his body. He was just thinking logically about the situation. Without logic and reason… he wouldn't have made it a millennium. If he wanted to keep this toy around, he simply couldn't fuck with it and lose any shot at a trusting relationship with it.
Trust, Eric thought with a snort. It's like a sheep trusting a wolf to keep it safe while it sleeps at night. But entertaining himself and getting himself out of the quagmire of boredom he had found himself in was much more appealing than simply using, abusing, and spitting out the poor girl, even if currently she was a waste of space. He decided to pick her up and move her from the floor to the couch. That way she wouldn't get any kind of muscle cramp or ache from lying on the floor for however long she would be out. It took years of carefully crafted willpower not to clamp down on her neck once he had her in his arms. She was too close. And he was way too hungry. His meals on wheels was done for, for the night. Even if she woke up, there was no way he would be able to get anything out of her. He ungracefully dropped her on the couch and threw a blanket over her and mentally reached out for Pam.
Pam walked straight into Eric's office moments later without bothering to knock (he had informed her it wasn't necessary). She took one look from him seething sitting on the edge of his desk to Sookie lying cold on the couch and cracked a grin so fierce it would have scared small children.
"I see someone got a little too carried away tonight. Interesting. Did you call me in here to hide the body? Would you like me to dump it in the ocean or incinerate it and hide the dental records? And we don't need to worry about her friend Tara. She left with Harry; seems like she was just itching to be bit." Pam said, with the grin never leaving her face.
"Are you a fucking dolt or are you just not paying attention tonight? Shut your fucking mouth for a second and listen for the love of Freyr." Eric growled out at Pam. This wiped the grin off of her face in an instant. She turned her head to the side and was silent. She sniffed the air as well.
"Oh. She's alive. And you never slept with the girl. What the hell happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened, the weak human passed out. Apparently her virgin eyes couldn't take me in my natural state. It became too much for her and she just dropped to the floor. Now I'm left here with a hard-on and no meal. I'm starting to get really impatient." Eric ground out smashing his fist into one of his paper weights, effectively turning it into a pile of dust. He brushed the remnants off of his desk on to his floor.
A moment passed before Pam spoke again. "Should I go snag you a fang-banger then?"
"No!" Eric roared so loud that the drawers of his desk shook with the movement of his body resting upon it. He wouldn't be surprised if the entire bar had heard him. Certainly the whole vamp population in the bar had heard his outburst. Sookie didn't even stir.
Pam didn't know how to react to her master's shout. He never acted out of control, especially when it came to humans. So she simply bowed and asked, "What is it that you would like me to do for you master?"
Eric got up off of the desk and started pacing in the office. He looked like a caged lion ready to spring at just the slightest provocation. A pissed off vampire is bad enough, but coupled with hunger and a case of blue balls… that sort of pissed off vampire is the last thing you wanted to be around. A vampire in that state could tear someone, or something, limb from limb, just from looking at it the wrong way. Eric didn't want to act rashly around his child. When he was in his head and not acting out of anger and instinct she was more than pleasant to have around; not to mention she was uncharacteristically loyal. He always wondered if she had some deeper feelings for him, or at least a fetish fascination with the master/child dichotomy they had.
Eric finally stopped his incessant back and forth motions and stared at the floor. A few moments later he met Pam's eyes and said "Bring me two bottles of True Blood. I honestly don't care what blood type. Just get them here. I don't want to leave before she wakes up." At the mention of 'she' he quickly glanced over at Sookie. It was such a quick glance that anyone other than a vampire would have missed it.
"As you wish." Pam said, as she backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.
After Pam left, Eric just stood there looking down at Sookie. He was wondering if he should just cut his losses and find something else to screw around with for a couple weeks or months even. The girl was already proving to be a nuisance. Eric enjoyed the way she smelled and was eager to strip her of her innocence. But he wasn't just going to sit around and wait for her to stop her fainting fits and get used to the idea of him. He planned on savoring her bit by bit for a while… teasing her to the point where she would beg him to fuck her where she stood. He was dying to hear the things he could make come out of that mouth of hers. He was also dying to put things into that mouth of hers.
The pulsing and slight pain between his legs reminded him acutely of the other reason he was pissed off besides hunger. Eric figured since she was out, he might as well just take care of himself before she woke. That way he might be a little less irritable and a little more able to convince her to spend more time with him over the next however long. He walked over to the couch and pulled her dress down to expose her breasts. They were magnificent. Just that little bit of skin was enough for him to get the job done and he was coming in minutes. Pam had even slipped in and out of the room with his True Bloods without him even noticing. He cleaned himself up with the shirt that was still resting over his should and threw it into the trash can by his desk and grabbed a bottle of blood.
He had both bottles drained before Sookie had begun to stir. Eric hadn't bothered covering her chest back up with the scraps of her dress. Let her think it just fell open that way. What harm could it do? She slowly came to and let out a groan. She had probably hit her head. Her eyes blinked open and they glanced over at Eric who was leaning against the desk again. He hadn't bothered putting his shirt on and his pants were still slightly undone but not gaping wide. A flash of concern crossed her face and she said "What just happened to me?"
For those that don't know, Freyr is the Old Norse phallic fertility god. He likes to bestow peace and pleasure upon mortals. Eric likes him for the pleasure part. And it's part of his long history of course! Hopefully will get another update soon!
