Characters belong to Charlaine Harris and HBO except for Samantha Farraday (OC)
Chapter. 8
That same night back at the hotel I could hear Sookie's thoughts screaming from across the hall in the other room. She and Bill finally had some time alone on this trip and Sookie didn't want to let it go to waste now that he didn't have to leave her at dawn.
There was no way I was getting any sleep with those two having sexy time across the hallway. What's worse was that I heard some other human with Jessica, too.
I smothered my head in the excessive amount of pillows on the bed not expecting it to help then there was Eric who posed as another problem.
He invited himself in into my room and strolled on over. "Your tossing in bed is really quite noisy. Could it be you need someone to help warm your bed?" He asked entirely seriously. I shot my head up from my cave of pillows and gave him an exhausted glare.
"You're dead, therefore not an option," I noted. "Oh, so you prefer Godric," said Eric. I only sunk my face into the pillows again and heard Eric groan. There were too many voices in my head. "There's something you're not telling me, Samantha."
"Well, Sookie and Bill are having sex across the hall, if that's what you mean. They're super loud," I was blatantly honest.
"These rooms are somewhat sound proof. Even I can barely hear them," he said suspicious of me and walking towards the bed with his head cocked to the side.
Shuffling in the bed and throwing off my covers because it was hot, I responded, "Yeah, cuz you're a cruddy vampire. Now lemme sleep." Eric was now on top of me, pinning to the bed with his vampire speed and strength. "When are you going to stop these foolish antics and admit that you find me compelling?" He whispered in my ear.
I turned my head to face my wrist that he had locked in his large hands. "Get. Off." I demanded.
He ignored me and continued, "You reek of Godric. Ever since you walked through that front door in Fangtasia. Are you sure he didn't sleep with you at least?"
"You're crazy," I said.
"You could've been drunk. Or glamored."
"You know I can't be glamored, Eric, so why don't you go rent a girl downstairs?" I tried to struggled my way out of his grasp by moving a leg that wasn't stuck between his knees. He placed his hand on my thigh to stop it, sending shivers up my side. But I had a free hand!
I wanted to slap his stupid, handsome… defined face.
Fucking brilliant, Sam!
I didn't, though. Blood was trickling down from his ear.
"Eric," I said placing my free hand on his cheek to wipe away the blood instead of slapping him, "you have the bleeds." He was going to get blood all over the pristine sheets! How long had it been dawn? Those dang light proof shutters.
"Come on, let's get you to your bed."
"Oh, now you care?" He smirked.
Instead of listening to me like always, my large bed was now occupied by Eric. Letting out a heavy sigh, I attempted to get up and take his bed in the other room but to no prevail due to his firm grasp on my hand that he never let go.
He was already asleep or dead or whatever it is vampires do. "Fine," I said settling back into the covers, "you better stay out of the sheets, though." I knew he could hear me.
As I placed my head on the pillow I noticed that Eric slept like Godric; on his side and arms crossed only in this case one arm was extended towards me with my hand in his and it was Eric. Two completely different and unrelated people.
Even if it was Eric I couldn't help but feel Godric. I pulled his hand closer to my face and closed my eyes. The longing for seeing Godric's face was even greater than before but somehow I felt safe with Eric as I did with Godric.
I saw a human in front of me; not a vampire.
It was already the afternoon when I woke up from a well deserved rest but what really woke me up was the sound of Hugo's thoughts. He was picking up Sookie for their mission at the Fellowship only Hugo's thoughts were somewhat strange.
'Sookie takes forever to get ready. Jesus, I told the Newlins that the human would be there with me thirty minutes ago. I hope they don't mistake someone else for her,' thought Hugo before Sookie finally opened the door.
Hugo was the traitor! Holy shit! It's a trap for Sookie. What do I do?
Come on, Sookie. Can't you hear his thoughts?
She was blabbing away about a fake story to tell the Newlins that she didn't think of it. I tried telling her in her mind but it didn't work.
They were already on the elevator before I knew it. I had to go to Sookie personally and stop her from entering that church.
I tried rushing out of bed but I had forgotten about Eric and his grip on my hand. He didn't move one bit. He was really dead after all.
I silently screamed, scared as shit for Sookie and I knew that Eric wouldn't let me leave until sundown. "Eric. Eric," I whispered. No response. I carefully released my hand from his grip and backed away as quietly as I could. I needed to change but couldn't take the risk of making noise so I grabbed my artist crop jeans from American Eagle, a foggy blue quarter sleeve button up, and my keds.
Luckily, there was no one in sight in the hallway where I changed frantically. I didn't know where to put my pajamas, though, and I did not want to leave them on the ground.
I knocked on Jessica's door, hoping that the human, whoever it was, was still there. Fortunately he was. "Hi," I said out of breath, "take care of my pajamas." I threw them in his hands and ran down the hallway. "Say hi to Jessica for me," I told the dumbfounded boy.
I lost them. They were probably already in a car to the church. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," I muttered.
"Chris!" I figured I could ask him if I could borrow his car.
And to my luck the stupid cafe was closed and my phone and wallet were back in the hotel room. Oh god, Eric is going to kill me tonight. I had no time to argue. My only choice was to run.
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