Chapter 11 - Faire l'amour

Warnings for this chapter: bad language, adult themes


I'd caught up with Sookie in the back yard of the house. There was a beautiful garden back there and I hoped the gardener or housekeeper hadn't planned on coming in to see to it as long as we were here. Sookie was sitting on the painted black metal swing bench a few feet away from the back door. She barely acknowledged me as I walked over to her and took a seat. We sat there for a while in complete silence. After a few moments, she sighed and started to play with the hem of her Bon Temps Football t-shirt.

"Bill decided to give Tiffany his blood."

I remained quiet, wondering if she had anything else to add to that. She didn't, so I spoke up.

"How is she doing?"

"She's fine. The bullet went straight through her thigh so there's nothing to extract. It just left two bad gashes in its wake. I didn't even know it was that bad until all the blood had been cleared out. They should be complete gone by now though, if she drank enough." She said sullenly. "I know I'm being ridiculous and selfish. I'm worrying more about her attraction to him than her wellbeing. That makes me feel even worse."

I nodded. I understood how she felt. I would be a little jealous if she had an obvious crush on Eric and he had to give her his blood even though we're not… together.

"Hey," I said as I turned to look at her. "She's like 15 years old. Do you honestly think Bill will have any attraction to someone that young? It's like a tiny high school crush. Plus, she had daddy issues so the attraction might have stemmed from there with Bill being all… father-ish."

Sookie smiled as she turned to look at me. "Father-ish? No!"

I rolled my eyes. "Sookie come on! Bill is a total dad. He even dresses like a dad!"

Sookie threw back her head and laughed. "Ok, so he's a little brawny—"

"A little?" I gave her my best 'whatever you say' face. She laughed again and leaned back into the bench.

"Now I feel so silly for acting the way I did." She said after her laughter died had down. "I should apologize to them."

"I'm sure they'd appreciate it if you do." I said.

"I should apologize to you too. I didn't mean to call you classless. Whatever you do with Eric and wherever you guys do it is none of my business."

My smile faded and my mood descended at the mention of his name, but I played it off smoothly and started toying with a lock of my dark hair. "It's fine. I know you didn't mean it."

Before she could say anything else on the subject, I changed it. "Speaking of Eric, we should go inside. He said he wants to have a discussion with all of us about the whole…" I motioned my hand in what I guessed was the general direction of Montpelier and Nan's messy remains.

"Oh." Sookie said as she stood up. "Alright."

Her strict game face was back on now. No silly smiles or sadness, just plain determination. I led the way back to the door and opened it before I stepped inside. Sookie shuffled in after me and shut the door behind us. From back here, I could hear Bill and Tiffany talking about something. Tiffany sounded lively and animated, but she didn't sound too happy. In fact, she sounded irritated.

Sookie and I made our way back to the huge living room to see what all the commotion was about. Tiffany was sitting on the couch with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clamped over her ears as if she was trying to block Bill out.

"What's going on?" I asked Bill as he looked up to watch us come in.

Bill sighed. "I'm trying to find out why Nan would have an interest in Tiffany, but she keeps lying to me about everything."

"I'm not lying!" Tiffany said as she stood up and pointed her finger at Bill. "You need to mind your business."

"It is my business!" Bill said as he stood up and raised his voice level a few tones higher. "I find it coincidental that you're kidnapped on the same day as Adrianne and Sookie and I want to know why! You owe us that much!"

"I don't owe you a goddamn thing!" Tiffany said as she held her ground.

"Okay." I said while I stepped between Bill and Tiffany. "Both of you just calm down!"

Tiffany flopped down on the couch and started fuming to herself.

"That's a terrible idea." Sookie said to Tiffany suddenly. Tiffany looked up shocked and a little frightened.

"What?" I asked as I looked at Tiffany then back to Sookie.

"She's wondering if she should pick a fight with Bill to draw his attention away from something. I can't tell. Her words are all jumbled."

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Tiffany asked as she stared at Sookie. "I didn't say anything out loud!"

"Who are your parents?" Bill asked suddenly. His expression was confused and he looked as though he was trying to remember something.

"They're architects." Tiffany said defensively.

Sookie shook her head. "She's lying."

"Ok, what the fuck are you?" Tiffany said. She no longer looked appalled or scared. She just looked pissed now. I would be too if I was trying to hide something and someone kept invading my mind. "Never mind. I don't want to know!"

She took off in the direction of the kitchen at the same time Eric started coming in. Sookie began to chase after her, but Eric grabbed a hold of her wrists and stopped her.

"I need to speak to Bill and I'd like you and Adrianne to hear it." He motioned to a free space on one of the couches and she sank into it. I took a seat at the edge of the coffee table and waited for Eric to speak.

"Tomorrow, you must leave for Bon Temps as soon as possible. Pam will come to you and tell you if everything is alright in your neck of the woods."

"What would you be doing?" Sookie asked as she leaned forward and perched her elbows on her knees.

"Tomorrow evening, I will turn myself in to the AVL and from there, they will consult the authority." Eric said as he looked at each of us. He said it as calmly as if he was talking about the weather. "As I explained to Adrianne earlier, turning myself in is the best option. It's better than hiding for the rest of eternity. The chance of them giving me the true death is slim since I am very old and very much involved in Sophie-Ann's queendom, but I will still be in a lot of trouble."

"I shall accompany you." Bill said awkwardly as if he wasn't completely comfortable with being so civil with Eric.

Eric shook his head. "No. Pam will be coming with me tomorrow evening. Sophie-Anne would be there as well.

"There will be no harm in me going." Bill said. Sookie looked at him doubtfully.

"Bill, what if they hold you accountable too?"

"They will not. I was acting under my Sheriff's command. Naturally, all the blame would go to him."

Sookie leaned back in her chair and folded her arms.

"If you wish to make the trip, Bill, I won't object any longer." Eric said after a short moment.

Bill nodded once and that was that.

"What are you going to tell them?" I asked hesitantly after a short silence had fell over the room.

"The truth. Nan paid shifters to kidnap a human that was mine." I paled at him calling me 'his', but he didn't seem to notice. "And when I went to reclaim what was mine, she threatened to harm my progeny and tried to blackmail me. I was well in my rights for what I'd done."

I looked down at my hands and I shrugged. "You should mention Tiffany as well. That may help your case with her being someone from an obviously wealthy background."

Bill nodded from beside me. "That's actually a good idea. The AVL and the authority are really big on appearances. If some rich people made it known that their daughter was kidnapped by a vampire – a spokeswoman for the AVL at that – they'd suffer."

"Duly note." Eric said as he sat down in one of the chairs. "Speaking of Tiffany, what was the little argument earlier about?"

"She's lying about who she is and who her parents are." I said. "Bill tried to get some information and she stormed off."

"I can hear her pacing upstairs." Eric said as he closed his eyes for a slight moment.

"I can't help but feel like I've seen her somewhere before. I will find out." Bill said with determination coating his voice. "It's important that we know."

Eric nodded absentmindedly as he glanced around the house. He seemed lost in thought and without any other input from him, the conversation drifted off to silence again.

"Well," I said suddenly, causing everyone to look at me. "I'm going finish cleaning up. I can't sit around like this any longer. I feel gross."

"Yeah," Sookie said as she turned to Bill. "Maybe Tiffany can give us some robes or something while we wash these clothes. I don't feel right lounging around with dirt and blood all over me."

Eric laughed.

"What?" Sookie asked as she got up.

"Considering the circumstances," Eric said before he looked down at his phone and started typing. "A little blood and dirt would be the last of my worries. Women."

"Well, I have other worries," Sookie said with an annoyed tone. "But I can't do much about any of them right now so I'll focus on this one."

She turned to leave while Eric chuckled louder. His phone rang soon after and he left the room wordlessly. I took that opportunity to get up and follow Sookie down the hall and up the stairs.


Tiffany didn't want to give Sookie anything, but she relented when I'd asked. She had given both Sookie and I robes and we immediately went off to wash our clothes as soon as we were out of them. While Sookie was off somewhere talking to Bill, I had taken first dibs on the shower. I didn't stay long. I only washed what was necessary and hopped out. I hated being in other people's showers. No matter how clean it was or how relaxing it could have been. It's been a little problem of mine since I was little.

It was about 1am when our clothes were finally washed and completely dried and I put my outfit back on as quickly as I could. I didn't feel comfortable walking around in front of Bill with just a robe on. Eric was outside on the phone like he had been for the past hour and Tiffany was in the bathroom now. I'd left and gone upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms when Sookie and Bill seemed like they needed privacy. They started whispering while they were leaned in close to each other. By the tone of their voices, I could tell that they were having a disagreement of some kind, but it also private and intimate.

This house had about 5 bedrooms. I picked one on the third floor all the way at the end of a hallway so I could feel a bit secluded. It happened to have a balcony that had a fantastic view of New Orleans. I couldn't enjoy it, though. I was worrying about Eric. He'd said that it was a small chance of him meeting the 'true death', but he said nothing of torture. A quick picture of him getting his fangs ripped out flashed through my mind and I shuddered. I wanted the idea to get out of my head, but the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did.

There was a firm knock on the door and I hesitantly backed away from the balcony to wander back inside and answer the door. I opened it and I was a bit surprised to see Eric standing there.

"May I?" he asked as he nodded his head towards the room.

"I would expect you to just let yourself right in like you seem to always do." I said as I stepped aside to let him in. Eric shrugged, but he said nothing.

I walked back over to the iron balcony railing and stared back out into the night. A while later, I felt Eric brush against me as he mimicked the posture I was in. We stood in comfortable silence for a short while, just staring out into the city. A question that had never occurred to me to ask started nagging at my brain. I turned to Eric and looked at him until he met my eyes with his.

"What was your life like before you were turned?" I asked as I began toying with my hair.

He turned away from me and resumed looking out at the city. "Most vampires don't like to talk about their lives before they were turned."

"Sorry." I said abruptly as I looked away. I didn't want too upset him.

"I can tell you that I was a Viking." He said after a moment.

"A Viking?" I asked incredulously. "My history teacher would love to meet you."

He grinned. "Really now?"

"Mmhm," I said as I turned to look at him again. "He was a total geek for Vikings. He used to go on and on about them. He said the most memorable thing about Vikings was their love for battle and their barbaric nature. I'd tune him out when he got into one of those lectures. He'd probably pee himself if he ever got a hold of you."

Eric let out a small chuckle and it caused a smile to tug at my lips.

"Who turned you?" I asked when the previous moment had passed. Eric's face went emotionless again, but he didn't turn away from me.

"My maker was Godric." He said after a small pause of hesitation.

Though his face neutral, something in his eyes seemed despondent.

"He was? What happened to him?" I asked quietly.

"Suicide. He exposed himself to the sun."

"I'm sorry." I said quietly as I cover his hand with mine.

He didn't respond, but he didn't pull away from me either, so that was alright.

I wanted to say something cheesy like 'It's ok if you want to cry' or 'he's in a better place', but I knew very well that those were terrible and cliché and I scolded myself mentally for even thinking it.

Instead of saying anything at all, I lifted his cold hand to my lips and kissed it. That definitely shocked him, though his taken aback expression only lasted a few moments. He twisted his hand until he was able to grasp mine in his before he tugged me closer to him. I leaned up and kissed him this time. Another move that probably surprised him again, but I couldn't see his expression to know for sure.

We kissed for a while. It was languid, hot and, most importantly, uninterrupted. It wasn't soon before he pulled back and trailed along my jaw.

"I want nothing more than to go to bed with you right now." He said gruffly. His words sent a shiver down my spine and I was nodding my consent before I even stopped to ask myself if this was a good idea.

He backed off for a while and his fangs were out in split second. He smiled at me and moved closer while I edged backwards. Through the door and past the threshold I went before I was stumbling down onto the bed. He was leering at me the same way he did downstairs in the bathroom and the day before in the hotel room. I backed up against the headboard, both excited in every possible way and aghast at the pure hunger in his eyes and how fast it had switched on. He brought one knee up to the bed as he started to pull off his leather jacket. He dropped it somewhere on the ground and soon, his black racerback joined it.

God, his torso looked like it was a mile long. That was barely an exaggeration, but it was definitely an accurate figure of speech. He smiled when he'd caught me staring at him and I felt my cheeks heat up. He didn't seem to mind my staring, though.

He reached for me and I went willingly. He pulled me up on my knees and kissed my neck while his hands tugged the hem of my top up and off me. He stared at me the whole time. His eyes never blinked and that small grin on his face never faltered. In fact, as he reached around me to unhook my bra, it widened. I fought the urge to cover myself when he dropped his eyes from my face to look at what he'd just unwrapped. I tried to think of something to do with my hands, but nothing came to me.

Eric leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Relax."

I nodded and let him lay me back against the pillows of the perfectly made bed. He leaned down to kiss me again, his arousal definitely letting itself be known with every move he made. He pulled back and I tried to breathe steadily as his hands reached down to unbutton my jeans. I rose up to balance on my elbows as he started to tug it down along with my underwear, past my hips and finally, off completely.

He was staring again and it was even more unnerving now that I was completely naked. My arousal/shame combo only seemed to amuse and excite him. At least he wasn't making fun of me for being the stereotypical blushing virgin.

He moved backwards off the bed and a tiny flash of fear jolted through me when he started off towards the bed. I though he was going to repeat the hotel scene again.

"Eric? What are you—?"

"I'm locking the door. We don't want any interruptions, do we?" He twisted a tiny lock and I relaxed as best as I could. With a flick on his hand on the wall, the room's light was suddenly off. The only light in the room were the distant city lights pouring in from the open balcony doors and a tiny nightlight at the side of the bed.

Eric was at the foot of the bed in an instant. His hands were tugging at his belt and his jeans button. After a few seconds, he pulled off his jeans and his underwear (for some reason I was expecting him to wear no underwear at all) and I averted my eyes immediately. I felt childish. I mentally chided myself and I turned to stare at him in his eyes as he smiled and leaned down to grip one of my legs. He keeled up on the bed as he kissed the inside of my ankle. I shivered.

He continued to trail kisses up my leg until he reached my inner thigh. There, he paused and mumbled against my skin, "Your heartbeat has increased. Is it from arousal or fear?"

"You should know," I said quietly while I watched him with heavy lidded eyes. "You always know what I'm feeling, right?"

He smiled, baring his fangs in the process. "Not always, but I know now. I can feel what you're feeling. You feel good. I want to make you feel better."

He kissed a spot on my inner thigh before he sank his fangs in and drank. I fell back against the bed. Despite the initial sting of the fangs, being bitten by Eric right now felt like the best thing in the world. I momentarily forgot about my embarrassment as his large hand started to caress my thigh. From his occasional drawned out groans, I was positive that he liked this as much as I did. Maybe even more.

When he was done, he pulled back and licked his lips. He slithered up my body and I think I almost jumped when he pressed his erection against my thigh.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked as he bit my neck lightly enough to not draw blood again. "Let me know now because once I start, I don't think I will be able to stop."

I pushed my body against his and it caused his hips to jerk in response. "I'm sure."

He caught my lips and coaxed me into another kiss while he settled between my legs. After a few seconds his hand drifted south and I felt his fingers brush my skin before he started guiding himself inside me and the pain came out of nowhere.

I'm not a complete idiot. I knew that losing your virginity hurt, but he wasn't exactly small (or even medium sized) and I wasn't expecting it to hurt that bad. I didn't want to stop, though. Not by a long shot.

My hands flew up to grip his shoulders and I screwed my eyes shut and let out small pained gasps as he pushed the rest of the way in. He leaned down to whisper something in my ear, but I was too hazy to understand what he was saying. He brought his hand up to stroke my head.

"Open your eyes for me." He said quietly.

I opened my eyes slowly to stare up at him. Tears had formed in my eyes so my vision of him was hazy, but I could still read the pure lust on his face and the want in his eyes.

He drew his hips back while his eyes stayed fixed on mine and he thrust into me again. He did it again after that and this one managed to draw a small moan out of me.

"Yes." He said as he grinned at me. "That's it."

He leaned back and started thrusting in slowly at first, in and out, long and deep and the pain I felt started to melt into a dull pleasant throbbing. My hands tightened on his shoulder and he growled as if he was spurred on by the pain. I had no idea why that excited me so much.

His hands seemed to be everywhere as he continued to thrust. His hips were gaining a little more momentum as one of his hands caught my trembling thigh and pulled it up and further apart. He seemed to sink impossibly deeper into me and there was a jolt of sudden indescribable pleasure as he grounded his hip against mine.

"Jesus, Eric." I panted as he repeated the motion again, a little rougher this time.

He lowered his mouth onto my lips and kissed me roughly. He muffled all of my groans and wanton curses as the gentleness faded away and was replaced by quickened snaps of his hips. When he pulled back, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head.

"Bite me again." I said in between sharp, quick breaths.

He didn't hesitate. He lowered his mouth to my neck and sank his fangs in. His hips faltered a little and I pushed up against him when he took his first swallow. I felt my whole body begin to tense up as he continued to drink from me.

He pulled back suddenly to look at me and a lazy knowing smile played on his blood stained lips. His paced quickened as he leaned down to kiss me again quick and chaste on my lips. I raised my arms to wrap them around his neck and he leaned down in whisper my ear.

"You don't know how good you feel, Adrianne. How good you taste." He said in a low whisper. "And you're mine. All mine."

His hips moved faster and harder as he stared down at me with blazed eyes. His thrusts were driving me insane. I felt sore but I couldn't bring myself to care as I started to feel my orgasm start at the base of my spine. I had a sudden impulse to cover my face, but Eric was one step ahead of me. He grabbed my hands and pinned them back against the mattress.

"Come for me. I want to see it."

And that was it. I tensed up and barely registered the loud and most likely embarrassing noises I made as my orgasm rushed over me. I wanted to grab something, anything, but Eric's hands were still pinning me down to the bed. I felt like I was riding on a never ending wave of a pleasure and it was so great, I could hardly stand it. Eric swiveled his hips, intending to draw everything out.

When I thought that it would never stop, I finally felt by body going back to normal. My heart was hammering in my chest and I opened my eyes slowly to stare up into Eric's eyes. I forced myself to hold back my impending tears and to not paint the virgin cliché. Eric was staring down at me with an odd expression on his face. He removed his hand from my wrist and brushed some of the hair that had fallen across my face. He muttered something in another language and before I could ask him what he'd said, he started to thrust into me again. He leaned down and buried his face in my neck. I reached up and touched his cool back before snaking my hand into his hair. Before long, his hips stuttered and he groaned. I felt him jerk and shiver inside me before he paused for a heartbeat and finally relaxed. He bent down to catch my lips again. The kiss was lazy and sluggish and his hips were still moving a little and I jumped and shivered with the aftershocks.

He rolled off of me slowly and pulled my sated body with him until he was flat against the bed and I was partially on top of him. We lay in complete silence for a while. The late spring breeze swept in from outside and cooled my heated body. I felt hot and sweaty and in contrast, Eric's skin was cool. My heart was racing and he wasn't even breathing. That should have bothered me, but it didn't. Not one bit.

I felt sore all over and I was sure that I'd have bruises in the morning. Thinking of the morning made my stomach ache. I was slowly going back to worrying. It was ridiculous to think of unfortunate future events when I was currently lying in bed with the most attractive person I'd ever seen and we'd just done something so amazing.

Eric turned to his side to look at me. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." I said as I turned to face him. "But I also feel good. Really good."

He grinned and pulled me closer against him. "Sex with vampires isn't exactly gentle."

"I figured that much, but I don't regret it. I actually really liked it."

"Oh!" He said as he gave me a sly look. "You like roughness? I'll keep that in mind for next time."

Next time. I wouldn't mind a next time.

"If there was going to be a next time," An annoying voice in the back of my head whispered.

I moved closer to Eric. He pulled me in until I was flush against his hard chest. "I'm not much of a cuddler, but I'm willing to make an exception."

I believed him. He didn't look like the cuddle after sex type, but he pulled me close. His hand found itself to my neck and he began to brush his thumb against the spot where he'd bitten. This was nice, but I was beginning to feel exhausted and sleepy. I yawned.

"Are you tired?" He asked. I could feel his voice rumbling in his chest.

"No." I lied. I didn't want to go to sleep. What if he wasn't here in the morning? What if this was the last time I was going to see him?

"Go to sleep." He said after a moment.

I wanted to disobey. I really did. But sleep was pulling me in and with Eric arms wrapped so tightly and securely around me, I really had no choice.

I barely noticed when he'd muttered something foreign in my hair and I definitely didn't notice when he'd left a while later. By then, I was already off in dreamland.


A/N

Janna - Though I appreciate you correcting my grammar and word usage (because that's what I asked for in the first place after all), I don't think you should use the word 'illiterate' if you don't know what it means. When someone is illiterate or seems illiterate, it means that they're ignorant and can't read or write. If I was illiterate (or seemed illiterate) I wouldn't have written anything correctly at all. I don't think anyone (besides you, maybe) would think someone is illiterate just because they used 'mines' instead of 'mine'. ;)

Everyone else - thanks as usual for all the support. Sorry updates have been slow. I'm quite busy, but I do try to write and post these as quickly as I can so I don't keep anyone waiting too long.