I was outside a mere five minutes before Eric confidently strode out the door to the club to meet up with me. Of course his face was clean and there wasn't a smidge of evidence anywhere on his person. I, on the other hand had smeared blood on my chin and cheek, though barely noticeable. To keep people from becoming suspicious I kept a hand cupping the bottom of my face as if I was waiting impatiently for someone as I leaned against the wall. To be fair, I was in fact waiting impatiently on someone so I had the emotions to pull it off.
"Is David alright?" I snapped, turning to face him directly. Eric laughed and walked up to me with his usual air of superiority. I pushed myself off the wall and crossed my arms over my chest unhappily. He may be used to killing and drinking people like it wasn't a big deal but I was still human, despite how monstrous I felt after what I had just done. I put myself and a stranger in harm's way with my impulsive behavior without so much as a second thought. I could only resist the urge for a few moments before it was too much. I could've sworn I had more reserve than that.
"Your lover boy is just fine; he'll live to see another day."
"Oh don't get all jealous Eric." I huffed, inching up to his tall body and playfully punching him softly in the torso, which was like hitting a rock. Sometimes he felt too perfect to be true. At least in the physical department, his emotions tended to be an apathetic mess. I was upset with him yes, I hadn't forgotten, but he was my ride home so I had to play nice till I was at least in my apartment complex. Though, for the most part I was madder at myself than I was mad at him. "He's just a blood bag to us, right?" I added in sarcastically and he slouched down closer to me.
"You don't have to act like a smartass every time you get uncomfortable." He whispered loudly and I strayed my gaze away from him. Sarcasm is like a safety blanket for me every time I get into an odd place, but the fact that Eric had picked up on it this early was an astute observation. That or being around him put me in enough bad situations I should be more careful. "I take it you want to go home." He observed and I gave him a shake of the head and a roll of the eyes. He just thinks he's king of the world doesn't he; you can just hear it in his voice.
"Actually I was thinking we could go on a road trip and leave a bloody trail of bodies behind us. Go Bonnie and Clyde on America but with fangs."
"There you go again." He bit out and I laughed. I'm a sarcastic person; he was just going to have to deal with that if he wanted to spend time with me. Quietly we walked to the valet next to the building, as we approached Eric fished out his ticket and handed it to a hefty man standing behind the wooden valet booth. "Mmm, you're rather silent. Is there something wrong with my Joceline?" He joked, eyeing his overly flashy red corvette as it drove up next to us, all the while handing the man some money and insisting he keep the change.
"I really hate that you call me that."
"And why is that?" He asked while politely opening the passenger door for me to slide in. In thanks I gave him a small bow and took my seat in the first car I was slightly embarrassed to be seen it. Fire engine red caught enough attention on any car that color, add Corvette and you're just basically yelling at people to look at you. It was way too over the top for my taste.
I rubbed my eyes at the utter stupidity of the question. I could have sworn I already explained this at least three times before. "Because, as I have clearly stated to you before, I am not yours. And also, how would you like it if I went gallivanting about town calling you my Eric and saying that you were mine?"
"It doesn't work that way." He answered as we pulled out of the small parking lot and began maneuvering our way out of downtown Dallas. "The possessiveness is more of a vampire thing." He elaborated and I huffed. Was that so? If I was a vampire I wouldn't be so pissy about a human I fed on unless I had every intention of being exclusive with that person.
"So let me get this right; you want to 'own' me," I stressed the word long enough to drive the point home before I continued. "And not allow me to be with any other man or vampire while you get to run around free of any restraint and fuck or drink anything pretty that crosses your eye." I ran a hand through my hair and gave him a side glance. "Yeah, I think I'll pass. And despite what you say I highly doubt the decision for me to be yours is just a one sided thing. I'm pretty sure I have to at least agree to it. You're just trying to take advantage of the fact I don't much about your vampire ways." I declared with a confidence that was new in Eric's presence. Usually I was enticed by him yes, but still a little frightened and scared of rubbing him the wrong way.
"Does the blood get you cheeky as well; you're talking big for a human." He caught on to it as soon as I did, oh great. I blushed at this and looked out the window at some random point on the far night horizon. "But tell you what, you allow yourself to be mine and I'll let you call me your Eric."
"You'd do that for me. How could I say no to that?" I started deviously. "Oh right, by just saying no."
"You're taking advantage of the fact that I'm driving, aren't you?" I shrugged. I was a little bit. I made a mental note to tone it down so I didn't piss him off. There was a few minutes of passing silence after that last one, I took the time to think over my actions and what it felt like to be put in that situation by a vampire. But luckily I knew that it wasn't as easy for me to take blood as it was for them. I wasn't completely damned yet. "How did it make you feel?" He asked, as if by some shape or form he could tell I was thinking about it.
"It was amazing to be honest, but also terrifying. At first I didn't want it because of the circumstance, but I couldn't help myself, I just went for it. It was like there was something pulling me into it. Aside from you basically holding me to him of course." I had to get in a quip if the opportunity displayed itself; it was a part of my nature. "It tasted amazing; it was hot and sweet, just like I knew it would be, just like I wanted it to be." The more I talked the less I liked what I said. From the driver seat Eric simply listened, from time to time something I would say related to him or something close because he'd nod in a mute understanding. "I didn't quite feel like myself though, I felt like my actions were predetermined or I was a puppet being pulled by someone else's will and not my own. But it doesn't matter about how the action of doing it felt, inside me; in my core I needed it at that point. I had no choice. I saw it then I tasted it and that was all there was for me. The need and the want. Nothing else mattered really till I snapped out of it. I mean I was crazy enough to try and tackle you right, that says something. Normally I don't think I'd be that stupid, you can easily snap me like a twig."
"I may have tasted other people's blood before but never like that. I've never experienced that before. And as much as I know you probably are going to say something about how great it is or whatever let me just say that whether I liked it or not I won't be doing that again, trust me." My voice was as sure as I could make it, hopefully he'd take the hint. I didn't want this to become a routine weekend activity for me. One, because it was reckless and dangerous; two, because it was unhealthy; and three, well because it was positively and utterly ungodly. Who knew what tomorrow would feel like for me, I could get sicker than a dog as a result of drinking from him. But to be honest I had woken up covered in blood and with its taste on my tongue and there weren't any traces of me getting sick in the house. Who knew about elsewhere though. After tonight I felt like I just made it concrete that I had earned a first class ticket to the fiery pits of hell.
"A human vampire, that's what you are." Eric joked as he let out a short laugh. I didn't like the idea but it was a funny concept. In agreement of the humor I allowed myself to giggle at his statement. "What made you come back to your senses?" This question didn't have a single hint of humor in it. I pondered hard for a second before I concocted my reply.
"I don't know really, maybe the situation. Usually I'm affected by it longer, as you've seen in the past I'm guessing. Sex doesn't always follow though. Sometimes I just need a drink. But I'd have to say the circumstances snapped me out of it. You had me pinned to the ground and we were in public. Maybe that helped me come back to reality." Eric nodded at my reply. In my head I was giving thanks that I didn't severely harm David, or at least I didn't think I harmed him. He was alive, that much was true and hopefully Eric glamoured him into forgetting his encounter with the mysterious Eric and Joceline ever happened. "I pray that I don't have any bad cravings as a result of this." I whispered though I knew that even with my hushed tone the words would fall on Eric's ears. What was going to result because of this, what did this encounter change in me? Nothing, I hope. I wanted to return to the life of being regular 'ole Joceline DeLon from Arlington. A relatively normal human being and leasing agent in the Dallas Forth Worth metroplex.
I let the rest of the ride pass in silence, occasionally I'd look over at Eric as he drove, his eyes strictly on the road. He was driving a lot safer tonight, having learned previously in Shreveport the way I disagree with his more daring driving skills. Once we pulled into my apartment complex I let out a long sigh of relief. I was spent for the night; all I wanted to do was lie in my comfortable bed and fall asleep cuddling my furry companion. After Eric escorted me to my front door there was a lingering pause as I unlocked my door. "Tell you what; you'll be my only vampire gentleman caller. Deal?" I said as I turned to say goodnight. Little did he know I had no intention of meeting another vampire till the day I died. They were nothing but trouble.
"Gentleman caller? So you're warming up to me?"
"Don't get too excited. I said vampire, not male in general. If you can sample female tastes it's only fair I get to sample male tastes just the same."
"Alright then Ms. DeLon, I accept your offer. Goodnight my delicious Joceline."
"Goodnight my…my…." I paused and looked up at him. "What can I call you?" He laughed loudly at this and grabbed my chin up as he leaned down to my face. I felt myself begin to blush when he did this and looked down for a brief moment before returning my gaze to him.
"Tell you what; just call me your Viking." He insisted, intense blue eyes catching mine. For once I wasn't trying to look away from his gaze in fear of being glamoured. It was as if hunting together, if it could be called such, created a certain bond between us. Not a romantic bond though; there was no trace of romance in what we did that night. It was more of a mutual respect. Eric didn't see me as an equal this I knew obviously and I also knew I wasn't as high up there as a vampire would be to him. Yet he did however hold me a small amount higher than say that last girl he tasted at the club, or some unfortunate soul he drained and killed centuries ago without a second thought. It wasn't a high honor but it was something I had longed for since I realized I'd never live a normal life with people who thought I was some sort of freak. There was at least one person in the world who embraced the side of me I insisted on never showing. And not only did he embrace it, he sought it out in the first place when I tried to keep it hidden. I may not know what his ulterior motives were, or why he chose me to occupy the free time he had in between running a bar in Shreveport and being a vampire sheriff, but till they surfaced I was willing to give this a chance. Whatever this was.
"Viking?" I reiterated, smiling at the image that came to my brain. He did seem right at home in the visuals I created. I caught myself thinking a little too hard about it when the real thing was standing less than a foot in front of me. "Wait, before you go answer me this." I said, grabbing a hold of his arm softly as if to keep him from leaving. Not that my puny hold could stop him, and he didn't look like he was exactly rushing to leave either. "Why delicious?"
"Your blood is actually quite nice; delicious to say the least. Secondly, as delicious as your blood may be your body is just as delectable." I most definitely blushed at this; I probably blushed more at that moment than I'd even done before. "And of course, the new things I learn about you every time we meet are nice food for thought." He explained, his voice low when he spoke, making my body feel heated. "And then, your lips…" And he met those lips in a kiss I couldn't even begin to compare to any other kiss. Taken off guard we almost fell through my unlocked door seeing as at some point I had turned the handle enough that it was slightly ajar. Thankfully my strong Viking caught us and we shuffled inside in a mess of limps, frantically griping each other's body. Skillfully he managed to slam the door shut behind us, disabling Jean from running off.
"Wait…" I gasped, pulling my lips away from his for breath and pushing his chest away. I couldn't keep sleeping with him like this; I wasn't going to be an item. "I won't be another girl helpless against you…" I tried to explain but Eric didn't leave me much time to argue as he took me against him and lied me down on the carpet below us. "Eric…" I struggled, rolling my head back when he took the skin at my neck and nipped it between his teeth. His hands were somewhere on me, caressing me roughly but I couldn't concentrate enough to locate them. My mind clouded with every single second that passed. I couldn't resist him, he seemed to awaken me in a way I'd missed so much.
We rolled on the ground till I landed atop him, straddling his strong sides between my thighs to keep me steady. Suddenly I could find his hands, large and powerful trailing up my sides till they encircled my neck. His hands, they lit me afire on every inch of skin they touched. How could this man take this feeling that was supposed to warn me of him, to send me away and make it pull me closer towards him? Guiding his fingers back down they took the bottom of my shirt and lifted it slowly off my sweating frame, tossing it to the side. I worked on his button up shirt with shaky hands, unable to focus on each button, envisioning the body beneath it. Enveloping my hands he took them and aided me and ripping those pesky buttons right off the shirt, exciting my view with his anciently carved muscles. As I lowered myself to meet his chest he lifted himself and we collided skin, causing me to gasp. I wasn't drunk on blood or alcohol and that sobriety caused my sixth sense to feel every part of him on me. It was all so much I could barely breathe.
"Eric…" I moaned as I pulled myself apart from him, hastily he grabbed my bra straps and I heard as he easily ripped that bra clean off. Was it an expensive bra, did I mind? God no. I fell back into him and we hit the floor hard, my hands catching my fall so I hovered over him, my eyes caged on his. For the first time I felt the pressure and energy build in my core for a completely different reason. Unlike usual it was a slow building, if it was visible I'd be able to trace it as it ran under my skin. When it reached the limits of my fingers and toes it slowly expelled from my body and unlike the times before it didn't push Eric away or harm him, the energy absorbed into him and I heard him moan. Enticed by the feeling he grabbed me by my hips and lifted himself till he was standing and I was wrapped securely around him by my legs. All the while our lips were playing against each other, as we marveled in the taste.
When I reached the wall at my back I couldn't say I noticed, I couldn't concentrate on more than one thing at a time and the wall was definitely not that one thing. At the moment it was the way he was grasping and massaging my thighs. Seconds would pass and I found his fingers in a new location, now on the inside of my thighs working their way up and causing all the blood in my body to boil with anticipation. "Bedroom…" I whispered as I took some of his hair and pulled it so he would look up at me. "Bedroom, now." I ordered and he gave me a cheeky smile. In the time it took me to breath in and out we were already on top of my comforter, the same comforter he ruined before and I had tried diligently to fix but of course, couldn't save completely. Pink spots littered the soft fabric and as I was lying across it Eric noticed.
"Our fault?" He laughed, causing me to look side to side and spare a laugh with him.
"That, and a hypothetical murder." I corrected, grabbing his neck to pull him in closer. "But it's alright." I said into his ear, releasing his neck to trace my fingers down his chest. How is it even possible that a man like this was in a bed with me right now. How was I so lucky? Maybe I wasn't lucky, maybe I was extremely unlucky. He's been with more woman than I could imagine, and most of those woman were now dead either because of him, or because they existed hundreds of years ago. I suddenly froze. Eric spared me a quizzical look and I shook my head and smiled weakly. "It's fine, it's fine." I breathed, relaxing my body enough so that I was completely on the bed and he was above the length of me, studying my expression. What was wrong, why did I have to think about something like that right now, when I could be having the best sex of my life. Why now?
"I can't do this right now Eric, I'm sorry." I said, ducking under him and then rolling to the edge of the bed. As I sat up I looked over to him and he didn't seem too happy with my decision. "I'm really sorry, I just can't right now." I repeated and he sighed and sat next to me on the bed for a moment.
"Did I do something to you that you didn't like?"
"That's not it at all, don't worry about it. It's nothing really." I insisted, looking away from him and to the floor in front of me. Of course he didn't believe it but he didn't push me to uncover my reason and moved to stand up, I watched him exit the room silently and sighed, falling back onto the bed. This was just terrible. Two minutes later and he left the apartment, closing the door almost silently behind him. I groaned as Jean jumped onto the bed next to me. Rolling I grabbed her up and pulled her against my body. "I'm such a fucking idiot…"