Chapter 11:

Sookie:

The silence in Eric's corvette was unexpected as they drove down the road. What is his problem? Last night he kissed me and tonight he is giving me the silent treatment. Not gonna happen! Sookie thought as Eric continued to look away from her as if he were concentrating on his driving…and as if she were not in the car.

Without thinking, Sookie placed her left hand on Eric's thigh to gain his attention. Instantly he stiffened as if he had been burned by her touch.

Her face heated with embarrassment as she started to pull her hand back, "Eric….I'm so sorry! Was I not supposed to touch you?"

Sookie shook her head, "I guess I have a lot to learn about vampires." Before she could pull her hand away, Eric gently gripped it with his hand and brought it to his mouth for a slow, sensual kiss. Then, to Sookie's surprise his tongue slowly darted out and softly licked the center of her palm and then between each finger. Oh my God…so hot! Sookie did not realize how sensitive her hands were. Are my other body parts just as sensitive? She wondered as her body's control was swiftly becoming nonexistent.

Eric stopped his adoration of Sookie's hand and whispered, "In your case, Sookie, there are no rules. You may touch me whenever and wherever you please." He held onto her hand and refused to release her as they continued down the highway.

Time passed slowly for the reunited couple during the drive to Eric's home…..a home he had always intended to share with his wife when he finally found her.

Sookie's attention was focused solely on the gorgeous vampire/man beside her and she couldn't get over how utterly beautiful he was even though his features were completely masculine. There was something so familiar about him and she felt more at ease and comfortable with him than she had with anyone since she woke up in the hospital.

Afer they had been on the road for about twenty minutes, Eric turned right on what looked like a private driveway. Before Sookie knew it a pair of massive iron gates came into view and slowly swung open when Eric pushed a button on the dash of his car. Her breath caught when they finally stopped in front of an enormous mansion with a stone exterior, giving the impression of an Irish castle. Why did I think of an Irish castle? Sookie thought as Eric once again made his way to the passenger door at vampire speed.

After walking through three sets of locked doors, Eric finally led Sookie through the foyer into a large step down living room where Pam sat on a rust colored leather couch with the young girl from the previous night.

To her surprise, Sookie's heart jumped as if she recognized the magnificent red headed man watching basketball on a huge flat screen television. This could only be the brother Eric so fondly spoke of.

For a moment their eyes locked as if he too recognized her, but then his sultry smile turned into a scowl and he broke the connection by shaking his head. Eric said he was different, not indifferent. He must not like his brother bringing an unimportant human to his home.

Sookie shook her head because she had remembered something. It was a glimpse of Eric and Leif riding away on horses and she saw herself with tears in her eyes as she looked back from another horse. She closed her eyes and tried to think about the glimpse…tried to remember something….but what? She would get a vision and then in an instant it would disappear. It was similar to when she tried to think of someone's name and it was on the tip of her tongue…..but then it was gone as fast as it appeared.

Leif could not believe his eyes. There in front of him was his brother's long lost wife. The woman Eric refused to give up on. No wonder my little brother seems happy. He has not truly smiled since the day he told me he had found his true mate and was now a happily married man. Her loss stole that smile and was replaced by sadness and a permanent serious smirk. When he did smile, it never reached his eyes and he rarely laughed…even at my wonderful sense of humor!

Suddenly Leif stood and began to approach his brother and the woman who so resembled the long lost Susanna Northman. "Who have we here…..little brother?" Leif could not take his eyes off the beautiful woman and her scent forced his body into an uncontrollable arousal.

Fuck! If she is not Susanna…..I must have her. I have only been around a Fey once…sadly my lust was so powerful…..he did not survive. Thank the Gods….her scent does not affect me so strongly. I will take her if she is not Susanna. I have successfully convinced my brother that my appetites have been quelled. I stay away, because they have not…if it wasn't for Pam…..my sweet, insatiable, loving Pam…..I am sure I would stay away permanently. I love Eric, but cannot have him see me at my worst.

Eric put his arm around Sookie possessively, realizing Leif's hunger. He scowled at his brother and hoped he got the message as he began to introduce his wife, "Leif…..may I present a very special woman."

He looked down at Sookie's beaming face and introduced her to his brother. "Sookie Stackhouse I would like you to meet my brother, Leif Northman."

It took more strength than Leif knew he possessed to not embrace the beautiful human. She would not be a meal….no not this one…she is one who could remain by my side for eternity….a child…..a lover. What the fuck am I thinking…she is Eric's and I will welcome her into our family if she is indeed Susanna.

Her smile was as infectious as her scent and Eric knew exactly what his loving brother was experiencing. "Mine!" Eric mouthed to Leif while Sookie had her back turned. Leif nodded and gently accepted Sookie's proffered hand. His moss green eyes perused her sweet, angelic face and it took all his strength to just bow and kiss her hand rather than taste the sweet blood running through her veins.

"So glad to meet you, Leif…,." Sookie turned toward Eric and winked, "Eric has told me much about you. You seem so familiar to me….have we met before?"

"I am sure I would have remembered you sweet lady, but," Leif looked toward Eric as he silently shook his head, "no, not this century."

Pam spoke up from the couch,"Leif and I were curious…will you be sharing?" Pam smirked and winked at Sookie.

Even though Eric loved Pam and Leif, this minute he wished to hell they were not in the same room. His excitement turned to raw anger. "Pam, take Leif to your quarters…..now!"

"What of this young sweet girl, Master?" Pam continued to smirk, finding Eric's temper comical.

"Take her home and leave Sookie and me alone."

"As you wish, Master." Pam bowed to Eric and turned toward Leif. "Sweet cheeks, would you accompany me…we have an errand to run and then…the entire night to do what we both do best!"

Eric looked down at Sookie as Pam and Leif left the house. "I am sorry about Pam and Leif for that matter, they are so impressed by your beauty and scent, "Eric shrugged…" it's a vampire thing."

Eric gently grabbed Sookie's arm and began to guide her out a set of french doors. "Come outside with me...I have some friends I wish to introduce you to.

Sookie planted her feet to the floor and refused to go any further with her handsome host until she confessed her condition."Eric, before we get any friendlier, I need to admit something to you." Sookie looked down toward the floor then raised her head and looked Eric directly in the eyes, "It will most assuredly change your opinion of me….so here goes…"

"If it is about the children you carry…I can smell them and what we have and will have remains the same."

Sookie's beautiful mouth dropped in surprise, first by the fact that Eric could smell her baby and secondly, because he said children. "What do you mean by children? You mean I am going to have twins?"

"It seems so." Eric beamed as if he were the happiest man alive…..or in his case the happiest vampire alive.

Sookie couldn't believe Eric's happiness or hers. Oh my God….twins. I hope I remember the father soon, because I don't want to experience my babies alone…however, Eric would make a good father. Damn! Where the hell did that thought come from?

Fergus Brigant:

Fergus Brigant, Niall Brigant's distant nephew, quietly approached the run down farmhouse of Adele Stackhouse. This is where a Prince leaves his family to rot? I do believe my beautiful cousin needs to be rescued. I will have my fill of her and then dear Uncle Niall will return my powers when his sweet little granddaughter's life is threatened. Fergus thought as he recalled the first time he laid eyes on "His Sleeping Beauty."

Fergus had been summoned to his uncle Niall's castle to receive punishment for his so-called crimes against humans. How can rough sex be a crime? They all begged for it and certainly the tribunal will understand…Fergus thought as he lounged in a plush antechamber. He was bored and horny when he spied an enticing maid whose rear end begged for his attention. He followed her down a corridor that just seemed to materialize before his eyes. Hmmmmm, never been down this hall before, but the maid gave me the eye. Of course she wants me…they all do. He followed her to a locked room and just as the door opened, he grabbed the maid. From the back she looked enticing, but from the front she was the same as all the other Fey maids he ever slept with…flat chested with the face of a horse. There certainly is something to breeding with humans…at least the combination begets beauty and power…as I am living proof. This bitch is pure Fey and very unappealing…..but, I need release and I am sure if I don't look at her face…her most important parts will suffice!

Recognizing Fergus as being part of the Royal family, the maid curtsied and asked if she could be of service.

Even though the maid was not appealing, his powerful sexual appetite had to be satiated. He salivated in anticipation and lust as he ordered the maid to her knees while he unzipped his tight jeans and released his very impressive erection…besides his physical beauty, his sexual prowess was still another physical attribute he thanked his Scottish father for."Stay on your knees," he commanded, "and…

Fergus's gaze strayed beyond the maid for just a second and he gasped. At first the maid thought that the Prince's nephew was enamored by her as she began to lower her blouse in anticipation of the handsome Fey's attention, but soon she saw her error when she turned her head to follow his gaze.

"Oh no, my Lord….you are not allowed in this room! I will surely lose my job, please…" the maid rose from her knees and grabbed Fergus's hand to lead him out of the room. "I will pleasure you in my room, follow me and you will not be sorry."

"Too late, wench! Who is the Sleeping Beauty?" Fergus asked as he tried to approach the bed. He was brought to an abrupt halt when a force field pushed him back toward the door. "Answer me you whore…." he grabbed the maid by the neck and threatened her life.

"I am sworn to secrecy, my Lord." She wept.

"Do you enjoy your life?" Fergus continued to squeeze the maid's neck as she nodded. "Very well, who is the beauty and why is she asleep with so much protection?"

In fear of her life, the maid told Fergus all she knew of the enchanted girl. After she assured him that she had shared all the information she knew, he roughly took her from behind while thinking only of the vision of beauty lying on the bed. After he found the most powerful release he had ever experienced, he gave the maid a sloppy lick to her neck and swiftly broke it. He watched as her body quickly disentrigrated in a puff of vapor, thankful that he left no evidence of his cruelty.

So-o-o Fintan has a beloved daughter. Well soon she will be my beloved. At first his lust for the beauty was all Fergus cared about until he received his sentence that afternoon and Niall stripped him of his Fey powers.

From that day forward he made it a point to visit the bedchamber of what he called "My Sleeping Beauty," daily during his house arrest. One year after he discovered her, however, his heart was broken when he opened the door of her bedchamber and she was not there. The room had been returned to a guest room and all evidence of the beauty was gone. Where the hell is she? Even though I have no powers…..I will find her…fuck her…and use her to blackmail my uncle. He will dread the day he messed with Fergus Brigant!

Even though he had many more years of house arrest, he found a way to escape to the human world where he heard his beauty had been taken. Months had passed with Fergus in constant pursuit of her, when he finally found the run down farmhouse of Adele Stackhouse. The trail ended there because he heard that the true mate of Fintan Brigant chose this as her residence. Maybe this is the mother of my beauty, Fintan thought as he began a nightly surveillance of the house.

He continued his watch each evening by looking in the windows and watching Adele and his beloved. Tonight, however, he spied his beauty leaving with a very masculine looking…..vampire? How could she? She is mine to use and abuse…I better act now before Fintan gets wind of that vampire's interference. He will surely come to save her and I will be forced to continue my punishment without using the wench.

Fergus circled the farmhouse the way he had the past four nights and finally approached the front door. The porch felt as if it would collapse with his massive weight and the entire house was in dire need of a paint job. It was clean, however, and the smell of lavender reminded him of his time in Scotland where he was worshipped by many a maiden.

"Who's there?" Adele called from behind the door after she heard a powerful knock.

"Tis Fintan's cousin…Fergus Brigant, madam." Fergus replied through the screen door. Even though it was the middle of the night, Fergus was certain that the old woman would get so excited and overwhelmed by his beauty she would gladly welcome him into her home.

Yuck…how could Fintan make love to such an old hag? Fergus thought as Adele brightly smiled and opened the door.

"Oh my goodness!" Adele patted her hair, "I must look a mess. Why come on in my dear young boy. Let me look at you."

Fergus was indeed a handsome man. He stood 6'4" with jet black shoulder length hair. His broad, muscular chest tapered to a slender waist and hips. Just as he predicted, Adele almost swooned when she got a good look at him.

Adele led him to a quaint living room and asked if he wanted a drink. "I have beer or wine." She called as she hurried to the kitchen.

"Neither. I came to speak with the young woman who lives here with you." He called to her.

Adele stopped abruptly in her tracks. He cannot know of her….oh Lord, I have made a dire error by allowing him into my home. "I don't know who you speak of." She answered.

"Of course you know who I speak of," Fergus stood so close to Adele that she could feel his breath puff through her hair.

He grabbed her frail body and turned her to face him, "You will summon her back home. How dare you allow her to associate with vampires! She is part of my Royal family and I will claim her as my own." He handed her the phone, "now call her!"

Adele shook her head. "Wrong answer!" Fergus slapped her across her wrinkled face and knocked her to the floor. "Now!"

Rewritten 05/26/12