Normally, the sight of her soon to be moniker would have sent waves of joy through her body. At first it did, it absolutely took her breath away. But not for the reasons a bride to be would think. She stared at the letters, the initials, the monogram. She thought about Eric, taking his name, becoming his wife, in more than just the bonded way. She was suddenly petrified.
The nightmares that had invaded her mind last night became fresh in her memory. She remembered watching Eric, he was hurt, fatally. He went to protect her, as usual, only this time he paid with his life. It was not a bullet wound, a blow to the head, it was something far worse. She could see his body disintegrating before her eyes. She begged him not to leave her, but it was a selfish wish. He was dead, finally dead.
She could not see the cause of his death, just his face right before his body went limp. She could not see the attack, the person behind the pain. She closed her eyes and tried to remember. All she kept returning to was Eric, laying before her, turning to dust. She was hyperventilating. The flood of her mind and the memory was too much for her to take. She couldn't even remember the location of the attack.
She tried to calm herself, level her breathing, stop herself from shaking. It was no use, she was too far beyond control. As she breathed faster and faster, the air became heavier and heavier. Her head was dizzy and she could feel the heat all around her. She fell to the bedroom floor. She had never been a fainter, but the thoughts of Eric being finally dead was something her body was not able to process. Her body betrayed her and took the easy way out, at least as she lay unconscious on the floor she did not have to think about the horror she had just remembered.
When she woke she had a burning pain in her head. It was similar to the pain she felt the night before. She sat up, she wasn't on the floor as she remembered. She felt around with her hands…pillows, blanket? How did she get into bed. She looked at the illuminated numbers of the clock on the nightstand. It was past 7:00, she was passed out for more than six hours? This was not a usual fainting spell, from what she knew about fainting it didn't last more than a few minutes. That brought her to her next worry, Eric would have been the one to find her.
She scanned the room and felt for him. He was very close by, but he was not beside her in bed. Her eyes darted in every direction. She found his eyes, he was sitting silently in an arm chair that he brought into the room. He watched her as she silently thanked God that he was with her and not dust blowing through the air. She opened her mouth to speak, but he held his hand up before she could get any noise from her mouth.
"Tell me, in the dream were you able to see anyone, anyone at all that might be a threat to us?" His voice was so quiet she had to strain to hear it, even with her heightened senses.
She looked at him silently, taking in his question. How did he know that she remembered having this dream?
"No." A simple answer was best.
"Tell me what you saw." his voice only a fraction louder.
"I can't…I can't say the words. Please, I don't want to remember anymore." She begged him not to force the issue.
"Sookie, you must. I need to know what caused such a reaction inside of our bodies." He was not going to let her stay quiet.
"Our bodies? What do you mean our bodies? Eric…what do you mean our bodies? " She was so scared. What the hell was happening?
"I felt it. I felt the fear, I knew something was terribly wrong. I woke early, earlier than usual. The sun was not quite down, but I needed to get to you. I knew that you were not awake. I felt a void in our bond, like something had taken a piece of you away." He finally stood up and walked towards her, slowly.
"It was terrible…you were hurt, fatally. There was nothing I could do to save you. You were gone, finally." She looked at the comforter on the bed and did her best to avoid his face. She couldn't handle his look of pity.
As he sat down on the bed beside her she felt a rush of warmth and security. He was comforting the both of them through their bond. Her face jerked up and met his eyes. He didn't speak, there were no words to say. She touched her hand to his cheek, reassuring the fact that he was right beside her, with her, helping her.
At that point all they wanted to do was reaffirm that they could feel each other and they were together. She wrapped her body around him, pulling him directly on top of her. She kissed him and waited for the response that she so desperately needed. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she felt a growl emerge from his throat. Her hands flew up to his hair, she could definitely feel her love. She pushed back with her tongue, only causing him to press harder.
The pain that was throbbing in her head was gone, it was replaced with the hum of their lives. She ran her fingers down his spine, feeling him shudder on top of her. His lips were everywhere, he kissed her body everywhere he could see her skin. He was only wearing a pair of jeans, he must have pulled them on after he woke and got her into bed. She helped remove them and ran her hands down in between their bodies. He pushed into her hand as he felt it graze his very ready length.
She reveled in his pleasure, thoroughly enjoying every growl, moan and whimper his body made at her hands. He had stopped kissing her, he was totally involved in being touched and stroked by her hand. She saw that he had closed his eyes and she watched him, silently. She loved him, every part of him, every emotion, every feeling. She kissed him lightly on his exposed neck and let her teeth skim over the cool flesh.
The minute he felt her teeth and her mouth he snapped his eyes open. He looked at her, she had seen that look many times before. He was ready to have her and he was going to take her. Again, his lips were on hers, pressing his tongue deep inside of her mouth. She felt the heat explode throughout her body. She was ready to be taken.
Her kiss deepened, silently begging him to ravage her. He looked down at her and he winked. She loved it when he was in a playful mood. He was inside of her, the void that he had felt earlier was long gone. He was slow, he was allowing himself to be one with her. He needed to be one with her, her body, her soul.
She arched her body towards him and felt him get that much deeper inside of her. He let out a throaty moan when she did this and he could feel the new depth. She wrapped her legs around his body, holding him close to her. He rested his head on her shoulder and licked her flesh as he slowly thrust into her. If this was the pace they were going to take they could keep this up all night.
She felt completely whole. Making love to him was always an experience and tonight the experience involved the two of them savoring each other. He was still slow and strong. She reached around and cupped her hands over his butt, her most favorite area. He lifted his head off of her shoulder and stared down at her. His eyes were practically glowing with their intense blue. He shifted his weight and took her face in between his hands, rubbing his fingers over her skin.
"Lover, I will find this person. I will find the person that has disrupted our lives and I will make them suffer. I will kill them, slowly and cruelly. I will make them feel as terrified as you have felt…" This wasn't his usual bedroom talk, but he was clearly getting more aroused at the idea of hunting this person down. His pace quickened, she could feel the animal inside of him.
She was ashamed, the idea of Eric finding this person and hurting him was turning her on as well. She had accepted that part of him, but it was not often exposed to her. She dug her fingers into his back and felt him press harder inside of her.
"Eric…Oh, God." She was getting ready to climax. They had been keeping their slow and excruciating pace for a very long time. All she could think about was her life with him. "Eric…Oh, …make sure you get them all." She breathed heavily into his ear.
Her acceptance of his plan to find and take out their enemy had pushed him well into his own climax. He sank his fangs into her breast and she screamed his name. She was completely satisfied and he was still shuttering as her blood lingered in his mouth. Thank goodness it was Monday, they could stay in bed and enjoy the company of each other for a bit longer…Fangtasia was closed.