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Chapter Eight
Pam and Amelia! Amelia and Pam! In my house!
"It appears that Pam has a fondness for your witch friend, much like I have a fondness for you." He moved closer to me when he said that, a mix between a grin and mischief on his face.
"Oh Yes! Oh!"
"Hurry, into my room before we hear any more unnecessary things."
"But lover, don't you find it intriguing?"
"Eric! Let's go!"
We walked into my room, and I slammed the door behind me, hoping that it knocked some sense into Amelia. Eric sat on my bed, and I joined him, trying to comprehend everything that had happened to me today.
"What is on your mind lover?"
"I wouldn't even know where to begin." He slid his arms around me. He always knew the right things to do, in all the right times.
"Sookie, I will protect you…from everything."
"You can't protect me from my own thoughts Eric." I noticed Amelia's howling had stopped, and found this the right opportunity to meet them at the door. I got up to go to the living room, but I turned around first. Eric looked very gloomy, almost as if someone had just run over his dog.
"What's the matter Eric?" He hadn't realized that I was looking at him.
"Nothing lover. Hurry back."
It hurt me to see him so unhappy, but what hurt more was that he wouldn't open up to me. Then again, I didn't either. I nodded and continued out the door. I heard some scrambling in the kitchen, and I knew that I could corner at least one of them. Even better…. Both.
"A-Ha! So, were you enjoying yourselves tonight?" I grinned at the both of them. They were standing in the kitchen, red handed in their lingerie, exposed. I knew I was going to love the explanation that was coming my way.
"Um, well, we were just-"
"Having a sleep over." The way Pam said it revealed any assumptions anyone would have about them right now.
"Uh-huh. Well next time could you be a little quieter with the moaning? Thanks." Amelia began to blush as I turned on my heels to rejoin Eric.
He was still on the bed, looking down at the ground until I approached him.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Of course he had heard everything I said.
"Yes, I did" I said, being satisfied with my catch. "Are you ready to tell me about what is bothering you?"
"Only if you tell me about what is swarming around in your head like bees."
"Deal."
"Sit down. I want you to be near when I say this."
I sat down on the edge of my bed to his left. He put his hand on my knee, and I knew that whatever he had coming was important. He stared into my eyes, making sure that I knew that what he was saying was sincere.
"Sookie, I do not like it when I am not there to protect you. I should have been there to make sure that were did no harm to you. I failed you." He looked down again. I wanted to cry. I wanted to tell him that everything was okay and that he shouldn't feel guilty at all.
"Eric, you didn't fail me. I'm still alive. I'm still here, with you. I sent you away to get help. If there is anyone to blame for me getting hurt, it is myself."
"Nothing could ever be your fault lover. You are too perfect."
"I'm not even close to perfect Eric, but I know that you should not blame yourself for my actions. You saved my life! You found me and got me help. I am thankful for you Eric." He shook his head from side to side, laughing a little.
"Your naiveté humors me sometimes. If it were not for me, you would not be in danger all the time. But then again, you had no problem getting into danger long before you ever met me."
He had a point. Ever since I met vampires, I was always being thrown into danger. It didn't matter if it were Bill or Eric, my life was always at risk.
"I'm telling you, danger is attracted to blonde, part-fae telepathic barmaids named Sookie Stackhouse. I can't win I tell ya!"
The mood lightened as he began to laugh. I always loved it when he smiled. I couldn't understand why he didn't do it more often. He grabbed my hand and brought the backside of it to his mouth and kissed it.
"You are not doomed lover. Your life is just more interesting then others."
"Ya….interesting."
Still holding my hand, he leaned in a little.
"Now it is time for you to tell me your troubles."
"Well, it seems to be a combination of many things like: Who tried to kill me? Why? Why is Crystal dead? If you didn't kill her, then who did? Why do Pam and Amelia have to have crazy kinky sex in my house? If this were didn't act alone, who sent him? What does Victor want with us? Just those kinds of things."
"I see. Well as of the were, I have already begun to conduct a formal investigation. After I killed him, he turned back into his human form, and I noticed he was very young. Possibly in his early twenties, with dark hair and blue eyes. I did not recognize him, so I disposed of him accordingly. To Crystal…. I haven't the slightest clue, but I could look into it if you would like me to. As to Pam and her companion, perhaps they wanted to be caught. It's kinky remember? And finally, Victor. He see's me as a threat, and you as a good tool to possess. He believes that by eliminating me, you will bow down and do as he wishes. I assured him that you would rather die than be controlled by the likes of him. You do feel that way, don't you?"
"If I didn't succeed in killing him first, then I would be sure to kill myself before he ever touches me. The things he said to me at Claudine's house were far beyond creepy."
"I'm sorry I did not act sooner."
"No, no. You can not blame your self for any of it Eric. I'm glad you came at all."
"Now, it does appear that we have both of our dilemmas on the table, and over with. Correct?"
"Yes, it would seem to be that way."
"Excellent." He said as he found my lips. He kissed each cheek, and then my fore head before moving back in for a heated, tongue filled kiss.
"Eric, could I ask you for a favor?"
"Anything lover."
"Could you maybe just…. Hold me tonight. I just want to know that you have me, and you won't let go until sundown."
"I would love to." He pecked my lips one last time, then crawled up behind me. I got up off the bed.
"Hold on for a minute." I wanted out of my clothing, and into something a little more comfortable. I fished out the black tank top from my drawers, and a pair of white satin bikini cut panties to wear under it. I disrobed quickly so I could join him in bed. I didn't bother going into the bathroom to do it. I figured that he had seen me al natural before, so there was nothing to be ashamed of. I crawled back into bed and snuggled against Eric's chest. He pulled the blankets over us as he wrapped his arms around me.
"All better."
"I really like your choice of style lover. You have great taste."
"I was inspired by this beautiful blonde undead Viking. All credit should go to him."
He kissed my forehead again, running his cool lips across it. I heard Amelia and Pam start up again, and I hoped it wouldn't kill the mood between Eric and I. He behaved like a good Viking and continued to cradle me in his arms. I was engulfed by his embrace, his smell, his body. I felt right at home, and I fell asleep in the arms of my Viking.
I arose the next morning, clad in my beau's black tank top, but missing my white panties. I guess he couldn't resist. I noticed that there wasn't any coffee made, and I knew Pam and Amelia had had a long, exhausting night. Amelia must have been worn out. The poor thing.
I made the coffee and sat down on the couch to watch a little bit of TV before I had to get ready for work. I skimmed the channels, randomly stopping on one of those reality shows where all of the women try to date the dirty, nasty, ugly rap artist to gain their fifteen minutes of fame. Disgusting.
I became bored very quickly, and was glad that Amelia came out. She trudged around in a pair of boxer shorts and a sports bra. She followed the same routine that I had, and joined me on the other side of the couch, tilted in to slightly face me.
I raised my eyebrow at her.
"Oh no you don't Sookie. If I remember right, you have some stories to tell me."
"Yes, but yours are still fresh, so lets get it out of the way first."
"Well, as you know, Pam and I-"
"Screwed three ways till Sunday?"
"You're so crude, but yes." Ha! Me the crude one!
"What did Trey think of this?"
"We broke up last night, so he wouldn't think anything of it."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"I'm over it. It was getting to be that time anyways."
I stayed quiet with my eyes fixed to the floor.
"I didn't hear you and the Viking doing any love bumping last night."
"No, we had better things to do."
"Right. Okay, now it's your turn to tell some stories."
I tried to remember where to begin. I guess it would be that night I went to Fangtasia for "the talk". I quickly reviewed the past events. Amelia sat there dumfounded.
"So, Victor was acting all like a creepy stalker?"
"Pretty much. But Eric saved me."
"Of course he did Sook. He looovvveeessss you!"
"Oh stop it." I knew I was blushing.
I looked up at the clock and realized that I had to get ready for work. I worked the last half of the lunch shift, and the first half of the dinner shift, getting off at nine.
I pulled into the Merlotte's parking lot, and saw that it was unusually slow. I hated slow shifts because it meant that I would spend more time thinking about how much I wanted to leave, which would drive me insane. I knew that I would think about Eric, so I knew that my thoughts would be entertaining.
Sam was unloading a truck in the back of the bar.
"Hey Sam."
"Hey Sook. Did you figure all of your stuff out about that bite?"
"Oh yes, I'm so relieved that it isn't Crystal who bit me. I mean I'm sorry that she's dead and all, but at least I don't have to try to figure out how I would tell Jason that my boyfriend killed his ex-wife."
Sam dropped a box when the word boyfriend came out of my mouth. All of the bottles shattered, sending pieces of glass and a river of beer into the woods.
"Boyfriend huh? Well that's interesting."
I wasn't going to get into an argument with him today. I was relieved, and I wasn't going to let him get in the way.
I walked into his office to put my things away onto my shelf, pulling out my apron in return.
"It's bad business Sook."
" I don't want to hear it tonight Sam. Please, not tonight."
I waited my tables, anxiously waiting to go home to either Eric, or my new shower.
'Dirty vamp whore'
Arlene. Arlene was definitely in the building now. I was glad cause it was her that I would switch out with to go home, but I was also irked cause I could always pick up on her thoughts. In fact, it seemed to be that every time we worked together, that was all she could ever think about.
It was finally time for me to go home, and I couldn't have felt more relieved. I nodded at Arlene to let her know that I was leaving, and I got a scowl in return.
I started to walk across the back parking lot, my purse and keys in my hand.
"How did I know that you would still be alive?" I heard come form behind me in the woods.
I jerked around to find her. She was standing on the edge of the security light, her long brown hair blowing in the wind.
I knew exactly who she was as soon as I heard her voice.
TBC…
