One Night at Hooligans

Chapter 7

I don't think I had ever seen Eric so livid. He was cursing in another language now. I had no idea what he was saying.

"Neinn, neinn, neinn, neinn! Swina bqllr! Huglausi brusi!" Eric exclaimed. "Ein spadi for qvoki ne skeifr drpr munni ne svinhqfdi!"

He stopped ranting and turned his head slightly as he sniffed. He walked around the driver's side of the car, looked down, and sniffed again. His lips curled back into a snarl. "Swina!"

He stormed the couple of feet to the car door and ordered, "Let me in, Sookie." When I hesitated, he said, "Wouldn't you like to know."

I unlocked the door and retrieved my cell phone. Eric opened the door, tore a strip from his t-shirt, wrapping it carefully around the pointed end of the arrow, climbed inside, threw the arrow and sword into the back seat, and slammed the door shut. Laying his head back against the rest, he closed his eyes, forced a deep breath, and released it slowly, trying to calm down.

I reached my hand over and touched his cool one. He jerked slightly but let me take his hand in mine. "Eric, what just happened?"

Eric opened one eye and said, "He relieved himself on my car. Apparently, it was not bad enough that he insulted my woman and scratched the hood of my corvette. No, he had to mark his territory by urinating on my car as well! Damned shifter."

"No, that's not what I meant. What is going on, Eric? Who was that, and what does he want?"

He straightened up, released my hand, started the car, put it in gear, and peeled out onto the highway. "Sookie, I am sorry that this evening will not progress as I had hoped it would. I will explain soon. I need to get you to make some calls and get to Fangtasia."

"But Eric, I..." I started to ask but he'd already whipped out his cell phone and used speed dial.

"Pam? Eric. Call everyone in. We will meet when the bar closes. No, Pam, I cannot explain over the phone, needless to say that the divine are once again interfering in the mortal realm. A certain troublesome shifter paid Sookie and I a visit tonight and tried to abduct Sookie."

My eyes went wide as I gulped, and I could hear Pam exclaim, "This is not good."

"We are on our way. Should arrive in about twenty minutes. Call Alcide and Calvin in as well. I want to see what they know."

Before he hung up, I said, "Call Sam. He should be in on this too. Whatever this is," I added under my breath.

"Oh, Pam? Call Sookie's shifter boss," he said as he flipped his cell closed and put it back in his jacket.

"Um, Eric? I appreciate you being all protective of me and everything, but..." I started and then swallowed and just let my temper flare for a moment. "just what the hell is going on? If you think for one minute that I am going to wait til we get to Shreveport and then wait until 2 a.m. when you have 'the meeting,' then you are just out of your mind. Spill it, buster."

"Buster? You call me, buster?"

"Yes, I will call you buster if I want to. So, so there," I said in a huff.

Eric was going to continue but he pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and sped up the car.

"Slow down, I'm still mortal, remember?"

"Yes, you've mentioned that before," he replied.

"So?"

"So, what?"

I groaned, "Oh come on! You know what. Answer my questions."

"Sookie, I am not going to tell this story twice. You will have to wait."

"Turn the car around," I said.

"What?" he asked, looking at me startled.

"Turn the frickin' car around and take me home," I ordered.

"Sookie, I am not going to take you back to Bon Temps. It is not safe there. Especially now."

"I want to go home."

"I am sorry, Sookie, but the only home you are going to tonight is mine. It has 24 hour security, and you will be safe."

"Stop the car! I mean it, Eric. Stop this car and let me out."

Eric slammed on the brakes, put the car in park, reached over me and opened the door. "Go on. Get out then. But remember this. Every time you have gotten into an argument in a car with either me or Bill, it did not turn out well. You were attacked by a maenad and again by weres. After what you just witnessed tonight, do you really want to get out of this car and be out on this deserted road, in the dark, in the middle of the night in February by yourself? Do you?" he asked intently, his face just a few inches from mine.

I glared at him and said, "No." I leaned out reluctantly and pulled the door closed as hard as I could. "Sometimes, you just really piss me off, Eric Northman. You can be a real control freak."

"Good. Better you pissed off than dead... or worse," Eric replied pragmatically. He paused, and said, "Control freak?"

"Yes, that's right. You have to have everything your way or everyone around you pays for it."

"So what you are telling me is that because I want to keep you from harm, that categorizes me as a control freak? Sookie, that is just... well that is just not true. The only reason I want to keep you safe is because I'm in love with you." He looked startled that he had actually said it out loud. "I mean... well... uskit'r!" he said finally. He started the car again and continued down the road.

I was pretty shocked. It was obvious that the last part had slipped out. Well, well, well. At least one good thing came about because of this argument. It got him to admit his feelings. Sort of. He'd ended with what I assumed was a swear word in another language.

"Humphf. So much for talking things over amicably," I said under my breath.

Eric looked sideways at me and started laughing. It was infectious. By the time we got to the bar, I had tears running down my face from laughing so much.

When he turned off the engine, he leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. "Let us not fight with one another. We can really 'push each other's buttons,' I believe the saying goes. The only button I want to push is the one connected to the response center of your luscious body. I want to do delicious things to you in and out of that dress and am frustrated that events have come about that have spoiled what would have been a very special evening for both of us."

"Eric?" I asked, moving my finger up to run along his lower lip. "Just how much time is there until the meeting?"

"About an hour and a half..." he started and then saw the expression on my face and smiled.

"Is there a lock on your office door?" I asked, running my hand down and across his chest.

"Oh yes, my lover. Indeed there is," he answered, his eyes smoldering at me.

"So, you still have that leather couch?"

He lips descended on mine. To be honest, I don't even remember how we got to his office.

A/N: Although this is Sookie's story, I couldn't resist a bit from Pam's POV, so here is a post morteum:

"Pam!" exclaimed Felicia, hurrying up to me.

"Yes, what is it?" I replied, as I checked a fangbanger's ID, and then said, "Go on in... at your own risk." I gave him a little fang just to get him hot. "We close promptly at 2 tonight."

"The sheriff is here with that waitress from Bon Temps."

"Sookie, Felicia. Her name is Sookie. Where are they?"

"They went back to his office," she said. "They didn't even see me as they went by."

"Watch the door for a minute. I will return," I told her, signaling to Clancy to go to the door as I walked through the bar and into the back. I started to knock on the door and heard something hit it with great force. I tried the knob, and it wouldn't turn.

Then I heard rhythmic movement against the door, then an "umphf," then glass breaking, and my curiosity got the better of me. 'Are they fighting again?' I thought to myself. I put my ear up against the door and listened.

"Shit! Your zipper is stuck, Eric."

I heard a little growl and a rending sound, and my sheriff said, "Not any more." More silence and then he continued, "I want to fuck you on my desk, lover."

More crashing as I could imagine he had cleared the top of his desk in one sweep. I smiled to myself and stifled a snicker. Well, it was about time they cleared all that sexual tension between them. I knew the strip club would get to her. I had told him so, but really their timing was bad.

Eric had been impossible this past year. Between his sexual frustration and Dracula's birthday party last week, he had been making our lives miserable at the club.

"Oh Eric...I... oh God! Yes, right there. Ah... ah..."

"Pam," said Felicia as she came down the corridor. "Clancy sent me back for you. There is trouble at the door. I'll just tell the sheriff," she said as she made to go past me toward the door.

I put my hand lightly on her arm, "Oh no. The sheriff's attentions are engaged elsewhere at the moment. I will handle this. Tell everyone to stay away from the office until the sheriff comes," as I paused with a smile, "out of the office."

I laughed all the way to the front, and then Clancy and I cracked the heads of the troublemakers together. Problem solved. Well, at least, this one.

Notes:

Old Norse loose translations:

"No, no, no, no! Pig penises! Cowardly he-goat! With this sword, I will cleave your lying maggot mouth from your swine head! Swine!"

'swina' is swine (pig)

'uskit'r' is shit