Drawn.
A/N: Howdy all! This update is dedicated to tonight's episode of True Blood. I really hope that my use of perspective switches makes sense to you guys. Please feel free to let me know if it doesn't, or if something else needs clarification. Or, just hit me up to say hi. I really like hearing from the people who are reading this. So, without further ado, chapter eight of Drawn.
Enjoy!
Chapter Eight- Return
I stood at my window, running a hand across the sun proof shutter that remained there. It had been almost two weeks since the night at Fangtasia. The same night I practically had to pull myself away from Eric. The same night I saw Cale for the first time in a year. On both accounts, I was scared shitless. With the feelings that I was finding that the I had for Eric, coupled with our strong sexual tension, I was feeling pretty overwhelmed. Then on top of that, seeing Cale worried me.
Over my two-week thinking period, I decided two things. One: Cale's appearance at Fangtasia was most likely a one-time thing, probably due to the coke-slut I ran into by the bathroom, and he probably didn't see me anyway. And two: I really wanted to be with Eric, and I wasn't going to let my stupid past with Cale stop me from something great.
Part of me was hoping that Eric hadn't forgotten about me over those two-weeks, the other part of me was figuring that he already had. Despite the pessimistic part of myself, I pulled a teal sweater dress and black boots on, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and headed downstairs. Once downstairs, I left a note for Sookie and Amelia. I stepped outside the house into the crimson glow of sunset, and then got into my car.
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Omni POV
Eric was sitting in his office working on the books for Fangtasia when he glanced at the little desk calendar by the computer. Thinking a moment, he noticed that it had been roughly around two weeks since he had seen or heard from Dahlia. Upon this realization, he realized something else: he had been thinking about Dahlia an awful lot. He threw the little calendar at the wall, which caused it to scatter white squares of paper all over the floor. Pam emerged from behind the shower of white.
"I guess I'll need to order you another calendar?" she asked as she strolled into the office. "I just wanted to let you know that James is here for inventory. But I have to ask, what did the calendar do to you?" She looked at her master, trying not to smile.
"It reminded me of Dahlia."
"Oh. Much like how we had to replace the chair your sitting on, and clean up the wine bottle you also gave the calendar-treatment?" Eric shot Pam a look and was about to yell at her when he realized what she said had a ring of truth to it. He was breaking things more frequently.
"What is happening to me, Pam?"
"It's obvious that you care about this girl. I noticed it the last time she was here. You got up and danced, for gods' sake."
"I was just trying to placate her. She still hasn't yielded to me yet, you know."
"So why exactly did you not just make her yield? Why go through all of this human nonsense to try and get something from her that you could get from any woman that strolls through this establishment?" asked Pam.
"I…I do not know." he replied.
"That's called caring about someone, Master. I know that this is an emotion that is somewhat…unfamiliar to you, but it's what's happening here with Dahlia. The last time I saw you like this was when you met Sookie, who I understand is now back with Mr. Compton?" Eric nodded. "So if I were you, I'd suck it up about your feelings for Sookie and give Dahlia an honest go." Eric looked at her sideways. "You saw her only as a fangbanger, I know you."
Eric looked down. If it was anyone else being so blunt with him, he would have torn them limb from limb. Pam however, was both important to him and right in what she was saying. He hated it when she was right. "Ok, I'll try," was all he said as he got up to go do the inventory. Pam had just hailed a barmaid to clean the calendar remnants off the floor when she heard someone at the back door.
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It was dark by the time I got to Shreveport. Parking around back, I tossed my fast-food garbage in the dumpster. I knocked on the back door and waited. To say the least, I was a little disappointed when Pam answered.
"We're we expecting you tonight?" she asked. "If so, then we must have double booked, James is already out there," she said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder.
"I'm here to see Eric, actually," I replied.
"Is he expecting you?" asked Pam, genuinely curious.
"No…but please, Pam, I need to talk to him," I answered.
"Well ok," said Pam, moving out of the doorway to let me though. "He's at the bar doing inventory with James."
Just as Pam had said, I found Eric at the bar, scanning over bottles of liquor and synthetic blood. He was wearing his trademark black undershirt, and another pair of the jeans that were too low to be legal. He was so involved in taking inventory that he didn't notice my presence until I was practically on top of them.
"Dahlia," he breathed, looking up suddenly. James took a silent hint and left, taking a box of TruBlood to the storage room.
I suddenly felt stupid for coming. "Well, shit, I come down here and I have no clue what to say to you," I started. "First, I guess I want to say I'm sorry for walking out last time. I also wanted to reiterate that the fighting temptation thing goes both ways. And I'm sorry about not calling during the last two weeks."
"You don't have to apologize for any of that. I understand why you did it. Besides, I could have called you too." He came out from behind the bar to where I was standing. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me so that I was sitting on the bar. He slid one hand down to my thigh and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I'm glad you came back though."
"So does this mean you haven't forgotten about me?" I asked, smirking. "You know, with your fan club and all." Before I could say another syllable, Eric's mouth was against mine again, driving me crazy.
"You're doing it again, Dahlia. Like I said before, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself," he said seriously.
"And what if I don't want you to stop?" I kissed him again before continuing. "Look, over those two weeks I thought a lot, and I'm over all of my hang-ups now. I want you, I want to be with you," I said, suggestion in my voice. Just as I was starting to grab at his belt, Pam walked in from the back.
"We…uh…need to open now," she said, a hand on her hip.
Speechless for what was probably the first time in his 1000 years, "Uh, yeah," was all that Eric could say as he helped me off of the bar. Pam just shook her head as she walked to the door. Eric looked back at me. "Later tonight?" he whispered. I nodded, coming down off the charge that was starting to build. He kissed me quickly before walking me out to my car.
Even after I was in my car and Eric had returned inside, I had to take a minute to breathe before driving back home.
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Omni POV
When Eric returned inside he encountered Pam, who had one of the biggest smirks he'd ever seen on her face. "So does this mean you won't be breaking things anymore?"
"Probably not."
"Good. Besides I had no idea sexual frustration would make you so violent." Pam braced herself for the hit that never came.
"Neither did I," he smirked.
"I just have one question though. Did you mean what you said to her? That you understood why she left and that you were glad she was back here?" she asked, studying his face.
"For the first time since I met her, yes, I did mean what I said." And with that, they opened the doors for the evening.
Just as an informational tidbit, this chapter had originally included this story's first lemon. However, after I added the Eric/Pam exchanges this chapter ended up being like seven or so pages long, so I cut it into two chapters. Sorry to all those awaiting the lemony parts.
Next Chapter: Lemon. 'Nuff said. :)
-Sydney
