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Chapter Nine
Sandra Pelt eyed me as I cautiously walked over to her general direction.
"You didn't think that I gave up on you that easily did you?"
"Well Sandy, I honestly hoped that you had dropped off the face of the Earth." She started fuming when I called her Sandy. I quite enjoyed it.
"I see that my man didn't own up to his pledge. All the more pleasure for me to see to it myself."
I stood a little straighter, showing no fear.
"And how many years did it take you to get the balls to do this? Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, you were such a coward…. Just like your sister."
If I hadn't known any better, I would have said that Sandra had flames in her eyes. Good. I always loved a challenge.
She dashed towards me, reaching out to strangle me by my neck, but I dodged her, watching her hit a parked car. I laughed at her, hoping that it pissed her off even more. I had taken enough of her shit over the years.
"Now I see why you always sent someone to do it for you Sandy… you're a pitiful fighter."
"Don't worry Stackhouse, you'll be dead in a matter of minutes."
She pulled a silver object and a blade retracted from it. I guess the Pelt's didn't believe in fair hand to hand combat. She lunged at me, the knife digging into my right arm. I clasped my hand across my wound immediately, felling my blood trickle through my fingers. This bitch was going to die. Any thoughts of sparing her had now left me.
My arm hurt, but it was almost nothing compared to when I was staked. She stood there, looking proud of what she had done. If I had brought Eric's massive sword with me, this all would have been over by now.
I was looking at the ground, applying pressure to my wound when she tackled me, my face hitting the cold gravel. I quickly rolled over, not knowing where her knife was. We became a tangled mess of limbs, writhing on the ground, full of anger and hatred. We hit the large dumpster, making a huge bang, but I was still fighting her, trying to overcome her.
She finally pinned me to the ground, her knife against my throat.
"Ah! Now I win! What, no mockery now? Now clever bitchy sayings now? I'm going to enjoy this." The security light was shining in us. Some savior I had thought it would be. Even the things that went bump in the night could find me here. She hadn't noticed that my free hand grabbed a rock. A rather large rock. I struck her head with all my force, and she toppled off of me.
I got behind her and pulled her to her knees. With her long brown hair twisted in my fingers, I jerked her head back so I could see her eyes.
"You loved your sister, right?"
"Of course I did you stupid bitch!"
I placed my hands on the opposite sides of her head.
"Ya? Well say hello for me." In one swift motion, I flung her head to the left, and her limp body dropped upon my release. I stood above her, looking down to my side as blood from my arm dripped on her face, signing my work.
I was finally finished with the Pelts.
I turned to go back into the bar. I needed a drink.
"What.. What?" Sam came barreling through the backdoor. He took one look at the corpse in the back parking lot, then sniffed the air. He knew she was a were.
"Sookie, what the hell-"
"Don't worry about it Sam. I just took care of some unfinished business."
He looked at my arm, instantly ushering me into the back of the bar. We sat in his office as he pulled out his first aid kit.
"This isn't going to be the best job Sook. You should probably go to the hospital."
"I don't need to see anymore hospitals Sam. The last time I was in one, I walked out worse than I had gone in." It hurt thinking about the night Bill confessed his secret to me.
"Well, would you like to tell me why there is a dead woman in the back of my bar?"
I quickly told him the tale of Debbie Pelt, and how her little sister vowed to seek revenge upon me.
"Well Sook, I think you should go on home now."
"But Sam, I have to-"
"Don't even worry about it Sook, I'll take care of all of it."
I clung to Sam, giving him the biggest hug I could with out hurting myself even more.
"Thank you Sam. Thank you for always watching out for me."
"No problem, but don't bother coming in tomorrow night. I don't want you seeping blood all over the customers."
"Alright. Thanks again Sam." I kissed his cheek. Bad idea.
He started backing me up to the door, arms on both sides of me. I didn't like the look in his eyes. I knew what he wanted. He smothered me up against the door, both hands running up and down my body as he kissed me.
I realized something very strange at this moment. Any other time that Sam had kissed me, I could feel the heat and passion, and I would almost give in. This time it felt like I was kissing Jason.
I withdrew at that epiphany.
"I'm going to take your advice, and I'm gonna go home. Night Sam."
"What did I do Sookie?"
"You forgot that I can't do this Sam. You forgot that I am with Eric now." He backed away from me now. I wasn't about to tell him that he gave me the brother vibes, that would almost kill him.
"Do you love him?" He asked as he sat down behind his desk, propping his legs up.
Did I love Eric? I always wanted to be around him. I was willing, and did risk my life for him. My sex life had improved significantly with him. I liked how I could feel normal with him, and how I seemed to fit into his arms.
"Yes. I do."
He looked down in disappointment. Sam was hurting, but I couldn't fix this one.
"Go home Sookie. Rest, and I'll see you in a couple of days."
I was not going to argue, not tonight.
"Good night Sam." I left the bar, ready to go home to see my Viking. The Viking that I loved.
I pulled up to my house. There was no red Corvette. He wasn't here, and I really needed him right now. I had a very exhausting night, and I just wanted him near. I probed the bond, searching for any signs of him, but I couldn't feel him around. I was too far away. I parked behind my house. I pulled out my cell phone, almost tempted to make him come to Bon Temps, but I figured that what ever was keeping him in Shreveport had to be important. He was getting ready to meet with Felipe de Castro in….oh! It was tomorrow! Realizing that just made me want to be with him more.
I saw the light turn on in the kitchen, and I knew that Amelia was home. I opened the back door and she jumped. This was very unlike her.
"Oh… Hi"
"Are you okay?"
"Umm.. Oh ya.. I'm fine." She shot a smile at me to try to reassure me, but I knew that there was something up.
"What happened to you?" She saw the gauze that Sam had wrapped my arm in. I now had bandages of some sort all over my right arm. My upper arm had been stabbed by that bitch Sandra, and my lower arm had been bitten all over by a were that had been sent by her to kill me.
'Damn those Pelts!'
"I uh… sort of.. Got stabbed."
"BY WHO?!"
"Sandra Pelt."
"And where is she right now?"
"Very, Very dead."
Amelia's eyes widened. She had underestimated me, and what I am capable of I guess.
"Remind me to never piss you off Sook."
"I'm gonna go to bed now. I'll see you tomorrow since Sam gave me the day off."
"Umm… Ya.. See you later." She grinned at me. Something was definitely up.
I opened the door to my room and walked straight to my dresser.
"THWAP!" I jumped when I heard my door close on it's own.
I swung around to look at it, but I saw nothing out of the ordinary.
'You're just out of it. It's okay Sook.'
My skin was covered in goose bumps as I felt a cold hand brush the back of my neck. My blood was rushing now as I hoped desperately that it was Eric, although I knew that it could have been someone else. I didn't know how much more I could take in one night.
I turned to meet the lips of my Viking. His sweet, cool lips touched mine lightly, and I knew that he had been here all along, waiting for me.
"I missed you lover."
"I missed you too, and I'm going to miss you even worse when you go to Vegas."
"Yes, that will be quite difficult." His hand touched the gauze on my arm. "You're hurt."
"Oh, yes. I had a little mishap tonight." He cocked his eyebrow at me, waiting to hear more about what had happened.
"Go on Sookie."
"Well, since you remember me killing Debbie, this will make more sense to you. Ever since I killed Debbie, her sister Sandra was hell bent on making me pay. It was her who sent that were after me, and when she found out that I wasn't dead, she came to do it herself. It.. didn't quite work out like she would have liked it to."
"You ended her?"
"Uh… err… ya."
"This is the third person you have killed in this week alone lover. Perhaps you should settle down."
" I know Eric. I wasn't expecting it. She pulled a knife on me, so ended up I snapping her neck."
"Did you cry?"
"No"
"Did you hesitate?"
"No"
"How did it make you feel?"
Why was he asking me this? I gave him a curious look, and he matched it. He wanted to know what I was feeling when I murdered Sandra.
"I felt… nothing. I didn't have a single feeling running through my body."
He snickered at me. Apparently I had amused him.
"What?"
"You have the true makings of a warrior Sookie. You could have fought with me back in my times."
I wasn't expecting that. He kissed my forehead and walked me to the bathroom.
"Is that good?"
"Well, that means I would never doubt you in battle, but it also means that you have grown accustomed to killing. Both are not so bad. Now lets get that wound cleaned up."
"Sam already did it. He came out right after I killed Sandra."
He bit his wrist and held it up to my face.
"Drink. I want you to heal."
"Eric, I'll be fine really."
He gave me a persistent glare, and I drank. I curled my fingers around his muscular arms, inserting my mouth on his gash. I sucked his sweet blood, and he moaned and whimpered. I t made me take in more, just to make him make those sinful noises that made my core vibrate. I could feel my self healing after each minute passed.
"That's enough lover." He was right. I was starting to get dizzy from all of his influence buzzing in my head.
He wiped the smudges of his blood from my face and smiled at me.
"My Sookie, the death giver." We both laughed.
"That's quite enough of that nonsense. I don't go around killing for fun. Only when I need to."
"Of course my dear. It just happens more than we would all like."
"Yes. I'm a stupid girl, but I live for the danger."
He kissed me, placing his hands on my hips, feeling for any signs of undergarments. There were none. I felt the corners of his mouth turn up in appeasement.
"Shall we?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" I pushed him onto my bed, straddling him. I slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, one by one.
"Lover, do not waste time."
"So impatient! And you complain about me!"
I liked toying with him, it made me feel powerful over the giant Viking that I was grinding slowly against.
"Mmmm. Lover, do not play with fire."
I finally got his shirt unbuttoned and licked from his belly button up to his neck.
I wasn't playing with fire, I was playing with fireworks.
He cupped my ass to bring me towards him. I was now sitting on his chest, the front of my shorts just inches from his face. He brought his head up the rest of the way, and began to undo my shorts with his mouth. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, awaiting for what was to come.
My shorts were off, and intact with in a minute. He slid down the bed, and placed my self on top of his face, his mouth directly under my nub. His tongue wiggled against it, making me do the whimpering this time. One of his hands slid to my inner thigh, and he inserted them into me, widening my opening for what was coming. I gave little thrusts on his fingers as I reached up underneath my Merlotte's shirt to fondle my own breasts, adding to my pleasure. I played with my nipples, pinching them lightly, pulling on them, as Eric's tongue moved faster, and faster. His fingers plunged deeper and deeper as I came close to my climax, throwing my head back, moaning. I brought my free hand up to my mouth, sucking on my index finger as if it were Eric's length. I finally came, and Eric's finished licking up my wetness.
"Tasty." He said, grinning up at me.
I ripped off my shirt and bra, and moved down his body. I released him from his pants, and took him in my mouth, gliding my head along him. I could almost take him entirely, but not quite. I used a combinations of sucking, and stroking movements with my hands, making him harder. I pulled my head away, and resumed with my hands. I had a new trick to show him. I touched my lips to his head, lightly kissing the tip, then with light flicking movements of my tongue, I massaged it. Eric put his hands on my head, his fingers entwined in my hair, urging me to continue. I quickened the pace of my tongue, and he let out a large, heart felt moan. He was close to coming.
I pulled my self atop of his penis, my opening ready to take him in. he brought him self up to a sitting position, and placed his hands on my ass to guide me down. I let him enter me, blowing air out past his head. He brought his head to my breasts, sucking on my nipple. I brought my self upon him slowly at first, taking all of him in, then I began to get faster.
"Oh god Eric…. Oh Yes!"
I thrust myself onto him, harder and harder, feeling his hardness tease my spot.
"Tell me you want me Sookie."
"Oh! Oh yes! I want you Eric!"
I was on my back, one of my legs on his shoulders, allowing myself to take even more of him in. He pumped into me with a moderate force, his nose wrinkled with every thrust.
"Look at me Sookie." I did. I was trapped in his gaze as he brought his hand down to caress my clit.
"Ah…Oh my!"
"Sookie, stay with me." His voice turned gravely, I knew he was close too.
"Oh, Oh Eric! Oh-"
I turned my head to look at my door.
"Ugh! Bill?!"
My former lover and ex-boyfriend was standing there, his arms across his chest, watching Eric and I making love.
"Am I interrupting?"
TBC…
