Chapter IX

Next evening we decided to open the club a little later, so that we can check how Sookie's doing and hopefully get her home, but as we approach Fangtasia's door we hear a gun going off.

"Well, Sookie is awake..." Eric says closing my car door. He was being a gentlemen of the night.

"Let's go before she tears the place apart..." I reply to him.

When we get near the door we hear her arguing at Bill. She had found Lafayette.

"The secret is out..." Pam says opening the door silently.

When we get in, Sookie is winning the whispering match between Bill and herself. Pam and Cho run to the basement to make sure Lafayette is still there, while Eric tries to talk to the hysterical girl.

I just stand behind Eric, trying to keep a straight face, but after she slaps him, I let out a snort. She's just way too funny. I don't really think Sookie gets the fact that either me or him could snap her in two. As a matter of fact, the only time I feel the need to participate in this little argument of theirs is when Eric bares his fangs to her, which meant he was about to kill her.

"We should take this to the office..." I say.

"Of course. Maybe than we can come up with some kind of arrangement..."

As she walks pasts us, with Bill trailing behind her, and the only thing I can do is shake my head. I'm starting to feel a little schizophrenic about the girl. I either want to kill her, or keep her.

"She's getting on my nerves" I hear Eric say as we walk slowly to the office.

"Did you have your evening blood? You're way too jumpy tonight, love..."

"I just want to get this over with..."

When we step into the office, the telepath is walking up and down the room. She looks like a bird in a cage waiting for someone to open it. I walk besides Eric and we lean against the desk. Looking at his face, I can say for sure that if she says something he doesn't want to hear, her life expectancy drops to about 5 minutes.

The epic battle of Sookie goes to Dallas continues.

Sookie goes to Dallas. Scratch that Sookie doesn't go Dallas. Wait, Sookie goes to Dallas and Eric pays the expenses. And now, Sookie goes to Dallas, for free and gets payed. Nice move. She's really treading on thin water. Eric is about to rip the side of his t-shirt by the way his grabbing it. Such a nice shirt.

"Your human is getting cocky..." He says, warning Bill to keep his girl down.

In the end, Sookie is going to Dallas, for free, gets paid double of what she asked and gets to take boyfriend with her. I am seriously getting sick of this yes or no game.

Looking at Eric, I shake my head to him. I think his obsession with her is about to be over, and her head is about to be detached from her body.

"Send him up, Eric. We have what we want. No need to make a mess..."

He turns to the phone and asks Pam to send him up. Which happens in about five rude comments and 30 seconds after. I look at Bill for a while. His smiling, joking around smiling.

I can't help but smile back. This deal his hilarious. If Sookie was a smart girl, she wouldn't ask for money. She would ask for protection. But she has spunk in her. I definitely want to keep her.

The prisoner is in really bad shape. Infected bullet wound in the leg, vamp bite marks in his chest. If I didn't know better I'd say he's dead. Thinking back on his proposal, he would make a bad ass vampire. I wish Eric would have turned him. Oh well, now he's a nice trading coin.

"Can I kick him?" I hear Pam say.

"You can try..." Bill says, threatening my child.

"Enough"

The older vampire walks to the man on the floor and flirts with him. I shake my head trying not to laugh. He's so gay sometimes. Well, truth is, when you're a thousand years old, you can't say for sure, you're only attracted to one genre. After the first decade, everything pretty much looks the same.

Eric walks back to me, sitting on the desk and pushing me between his legs. He's much calmer now. Like a weight was lifted somewhere.

Sookie looks at us for a while. And us, being the proud creatures we are, stare back. I don't get it if she's pissed off at us or if she's trying to read our minds by force. Maybe she's trying to scare us. That would be the night.

"Sookie. Let's go..." Bill barks from the door, with Lafayette dangling over his arm.

"Bye, Sookie" I say as she reaches the door. She turns around, surprised at my tone. Shaking her head she finally leaves.

The club is open, or is about to be since the music is already blaring through the door. Fast pace music, for me it's becoming white noise fast.

"Close the door" I hear Eric say, his head leaning into my shoulder. "Lock it...I don't want anyone coming in"

"You have to let me go" I say.

"No" He say, his grip on me becoming harder.

"If you don't the door won't close by itself"

His grip lessens considerably which lets me close the door. When I turn to walk back, I back into something big and green aka Eric's chest. This is definitely strange.

"What's wrong?" I ask, because Eric is never this affectionate is public.

"Nothing" He says, his voice muffled by my hair.

"Something is wrong Eric..."

I push him so I can look into his face. He has a relieved look on his face, but there's some worry in there too.

"Nothing. We're finally going to find Godric. I'm satisfied with that." He says playing with my hair. He's lying with every fang in his mouth.

"Right. Of course" I reply, going with his story.

He walks to the couch and sits patting the seat next to him. I walk to him, but he points to the book on top of the desk. Anne Rice's 'Interview with the Vampire' is neatly stacked, between a row of selected books I brought here.

"Read it." He demands.

"I've read it a thousand times, I don't feel like it" I reply turning to walk to the couch.

"To me, just read it..."

I end the book and I hear Pam knocking on the door.

"We're closing up" She says from the other side of the office door.

It's already time to close? I didn't even noticed the time passing by. That keeps happening more and more often. It's also something normal for fangs. Time is only needed when we have to be somewhere. Otherwise it just passes us by.

I get up from the floor, where I sat, giving Eric the couch. He had an arm covering his eyes, his feet dangling on the side arm, the flip flops discarded on the floor. I shake his arm and wait for him to acknowledge my presence next to him. After a few seconds, he takes his arms off his eyes and lays it next his body. Grabbing my arm and pushes me to the couch.

"Whoa..." I laugh as he starts to kiss my neck and face. "Stop it, you're smooching me!"

"Isn't that a good thing?" He says in between kisses

"Not when you're covering my face with dead saliva...yuck"

Eric then proceeds to lick my face from cheek to forehead, leaving a wet trail behind it. I look at him and wipe my face on his t-shirt.

"That's disgusting, Eric Northman."

"It's sterile, love" He says sitting up slowly, keeping me on his lap.

"What?"

"My saliva is sterile. It's probably the safest thing to touch in this whole club"

"It's slimy..."

"Your such a princess" He says getting up from the couch, while trying to balance me so I don't get far.

"That I am, love."

"Well then, princess, your carriage awaits you!"

"I'd prefer you would be take me on your white horse, like a knight." I say walking towards the main entrance of the club.

"I did that already..." He says grabbing the keys from the bar counter and going for the door.

"You did?"

"Yep"

"When?"

"Renaissance. Venice? 15th century?"

"Oh yeah...The horse wasn't white though..."

"Yeah it was"

"No...it wasn't!"

"It was..."

Sigh...