FYI, I changed Damon's age to 5,500 years from 4,000. Just because I'm wicked cool like that. We all know these guys don't belong to me. ***sigh*** That awesome honor belongs to HBO, CW and the authors. But a girl can wish, dream and fantasize can't she? And believe me, I do all three. Thanks to my beta, krystal214, for doing her thang. Yep, I said thang. She's gangsta.
I get up, having had my fill of her body. She isn't Sookie, but a hole to fuck is just a hole to fuck. Her body lacks the curves of my darling Southern Belle. Whereas Sookie is all woman, Sophie-Anne is a child on the cusp of womanhood forever stuck with nothing more than budding breasts and hips that will never fill out.
I have laid with Sophie-Anne twice more. Once on her back, I welcomed the feeling of her nails clawing at my back and down my chest helping release my inner beast. Again from behind, I was thrusting so hard that I could feel some of her bones break under me. After sinking my fangs into her neck and other body parts, I felt powerful and she's only older than me by a century or so. Imagine what power would flow through me by drinking the blood of someone of Eric's age.
Lorena had been younger than Eric, but older than Sophie-Anne. The thought of how her blood made me feel during those carnal years of my life when she felt like sharing makes me hard once more. I notice Sophie-Anne's eyes widen when she sees my erection. Well, maybe just one more time before I drain her. After all, if she is to meet her True Death, I should make it as enjoyable as I can. I stroke myself as I watch the look of fear and disgust roll over her face. She foolishly thought that I was done with her when I brought in the IV and needles. Why end her existence so quickly? No, she deserved a bit more...effort than that. After all, she is royalty.
My eyes narrow as thoughts of Sookie with Eric suddenly invade my conscious. That night when I saw them together, smelling her scent on him and vice versa, made me furious. How dare she sully her body by sharing it with him? Him… out of all vampires! My mortal enemy! And the blood! I smelled his in her and hers in him. The fucking tramp dared to allow him the pleasure to feed from her? She will be greatly punished for her indiscretions. She will learn her place and just who she belongs to.
I stroke myself harder just imagining her spread out in front of me, shackled to a bed, waiting for me, her Master, to punish her accordingly. Oh, that will be a great night. I will revel in her body, her blood and take her in any way I can. I move my hand faster, imagining my hardness penetrating that very last spot on my Sookie that remains virginal. I will truly treat her like the whore she's become, even allowing her to take me in her mouth like the fangbanger Eric has turned her into. She's probably taken him into her mouth, the dirty harlot.
Suddenly, my lust is overridden by my anger. I slap Sophie-Anne and take her from behind where I plan on taking Sookie. The tightness of her ass makes me explode immediately, but her cries of pain harden me again.
Soon enough, I am plowing into her yet again, imagining it is my Sookie. I feel my peak coming and scream out, my voice thundering, "SOOKIE!"
SPOV - - -
I shoot up in Eric's bed, pulse racing with my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Eric sits up next to me instantly. "Lover, Sookie, what is wrong?"
I press my lips to his, feeling so very cold. I speak quietly, trying to get myself under control. "It was a bad dream. It's okay now."
He shakes his head, pulling me onto his lap. "No, Lover, it is not. I can hear your heart racing. Adrenaline is coming off of you in waves. If I were to sip you at this very moment, all I would taste is fear." He grabs my chin in his hand. "So tell me, what has you so afraid?"
The images of what Bill had been doing to Sophie-Anne are seared into my brain, making me fear closing my eyes. I try telling myself it was just a dream, but my heart isn't so sure. Eric waits for me to speak. Instead, I go use the bathroom before climbing back into bed with him.
I snuggle tightly against him, trying to no avail to get warm from the closeness. I finally tell him. "It was Bill. He had Sophie-Anne and oh god, Eric, it was horrible. Mostly images of him forcing himself on her, but there were moments when she liked it. He had her tied up to a wall with silver shackles on her wrists and around her neck. It gets hazy; fades out, then her fear comes back when he brings in needles to drain her. He's so angry. At me. At you. He thinks you pretty much turned me into a fangbanger. It was like a slideshow, but with feelings. Even in all that madness and depravity, he still wants me."
Eric pulls us down against the mattress. He says nothing, but snuggles even closer. He drags one of my legs over his. He intertwines our fingers while rubbing my bare back with his other hand. "Lover, do you think it possible...?"
His voice trails off but I know what he's getting at. I reply honestly, "That what I saw was real and not a dream? That he's truly fallen off his rocker and will stop at nothing to have me? Yeah, I think it's more than possible."
He rolls me onto my back, sliding into the space between my thighs. He kisses my lips, cheeks and forehead before whispering into my ear, "He will not harm you, min kärlek. I shall not allow it. I could not bear it."
His words lift the heaviness from my heart and I can feel myself start to relax. I stroke his face gently, twisting the ends of his hair. "I know." I lift my head up to meet his lips in a soft kiss. "I love you."
He slides into me. I should be shocked that I'm already so wet for him, especially after what woke me up and the possible ramifications of my dream, but I choose to ignore it for now. Instead, I focus on my Viking lover moving in and out of me, slowly, languidly. I wrap my legs around his thighs to bring our bodies even closer. He kisses me and I get lost in it; in him. All too soon, the familiar build up starts and we fall over at the same time. He doesn't pull out, but rolls onto his back with me on top of him. I love that he's still inside me. I don't want to lose that connection just yet and he knows that.
He continues to rub my back. "Lover, would you like for me to call Damon to inquire about what this can possibly mean?"
I shake my head. "We can just tell him later on tonight at the club. I work a mid-shift, so I should be at Fangtasia by ten. I want to grab a quick shower at home and change."
He cheekily replies, "We can save time and water if you just came straight to the club to shower with me."
I lift my head up, a scowl in place. "No way. You'll just have to wait until ten for your daily Sookie vitamin dosage."
He nips at my neck, "You cannot possibly blame me for being eager for my daily Sookie. Speaking of supplements, you have started taking the iron pills, correct?"
I roll my eyes, "Yes Daddy." That earns me a swift smack to my left butt cheek. "Eric!"
He teases my earlobe with his teeth, "You called me Daddy. I thought we were playing, min kärlek."
I look at the clock on the wall. I grin at him, "We don't have time to play like that. It's almost dawn." I yawn drowsily before snuggling against him, sleep making my eyes heavy.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "Sleep, my Love." I do as he says.
When I open my eyes, it's about four hours later. No more nightmares or visions or whatever. I am more than pleased to find that I'm still on top of Eric, who is still inside me. I twist my hips and gasp when I feel him harden. Oh my. I push myself up by placing my hands on his chest. I move my hips, rolling them, smiling when I hear his fangs click down. Even dead to the world, his Viking Longship is ready to go. I feel naughty and start to move my hips faster. I groan when I lean back to place my hands on his thighs. His eyes shoot open, scaring the bejesus out of me. I am about to fall back when his hands steady me.
He speaks slowly. His words sounding as if he's had a bit too many at Merlotte's on a Friday night. "Am I dreaming? If so, please, Lover, do not stop."
His hips move upward, but his movements are sluggish. I take control of the situation and move my body faster. His eyes close as I rush us to finish. His grip tightens, likely hard enough to bruise, as he growls out my name when he cums. I follow and collapse onto his chest once more. He whispers, "Good morning, min kä..."
I lift myself up, knowing he's dead again. I smile and press my lips to his softly. That's one way to start my morning and less caffeine than coffee. I take a quick shower before getting ready for work. I hum as I shower, enveloping myself in his scent, ignoring my stuff to use his. His bath products smell like the ocean. I quickly rinse before getting dressed. I'm glad I had the foresight to bring a clean uniform with me. I leave my hair down so it can dry. After eating a quick breakfast and gulping down my iron pill that Eric graciously left out for me, I throw my hair up into a high ponytail. I grab my purse, overnight bag and the keys to one of his less flashy cars. A Lincoln SUV of sorts, in black, of course.
I pull into Fangtasia some fifteen minutes later. I am about to get out of the car when I decide to leave my stripper panties in the glove box. I only pray Pam doesn't ever drive this vehicle. He had told me that he had planned on flying to work this evening, so I drop his keys into my purse. I can't help but run my hands along the leather of the seat once before closing the door behind me. I am a prideful woman, but not foolish enough to ignore how nice and smooth the ride here was. I especially can't ignore it when I climb into my car, fumbling with my seatbelt. I roll my eyes, knowing he would be more than happy to give me the MKX. I sigh and pull out to head to work.
I arrive early, hoping to catch Lafayette before the lunch rush. He's out back taking a smoking break. He smiles when he sees me park. I watch as he throws his cigarette butt to the ground. "Well, hook-ah, look at you. You is practically glowing like da sun."
I place my hands on his and smile. His expression falters before understanding dawns on him. He just smirks at me, "Big old nasty told ya?" I nod. He sighs, "Sookie, girl, I am..."
I cut him off, "You owe me no explanations, Lafayette. I am only grateful that you're okay. That you were able to help Tara when I wasn't."
His eyes glaze over before he gets his emotions in check. "Ya know, I asked him to glamour me. He did some weird mojo to this fine black ass in front of you. Told me the glamour would end when you knew the truth of it all. I'm glad because I was getting tired of always pissing myself when I saw tall, blonde and deadly." His eyes narrow wickedly, "Tell me Sookie, is he blonde all the way down?"
He waggles his eyes at me, as I blush redder than a tomato. I slap his arm lightly, "God, Lafayette, you don't change at all, do you?"
He throws an arm around my shoulders while laughing, "Of course not, sista. Why should I?"
I just laugh, stopping abruptly when Sam steps in front of us. The past few days have been tense between us. I know it's because he can smell Eric on me. He's been able to since the day after the Halloween party, but I refuse to apologize for who I love. Though, I'll be the first to admit that the last time really didn't work out for me. I give Sam a small smile. "Hey Sam."
He looks at Lafayette and gives him a quick jerk of his head dismissively, but Lafayette just quirks his eyebrow at him and turns to look at me before asking, "You good, Sook?" Sam just mutters under his breath.
I nod, wanting to get this over with. I am so not in the mood for judgmental assholes today. "Sure thing, Laf, Sam just needs to get a few things off his chest and we'll be right as rain, won't we Sam?"
He says nothing as Lafayette looks at us both before sauntering off. He calls back over his shoulder, "Well, make sure it doesn't take too long. It's almost noon and I sure as hell ain't waitressing when them fools get up in here."
Sam opens his office door. I walk in, depositing my stuff on one of the shelves. I turn to talk to him and crash into his body. I try backing up, but only meet the wall. He places both his hands on the wall, trapping me between it and his body. Now, friendly concern is one thing, but damn it to hell if he thinks I'm going to just stand here for this. I push him back. He staggers, surprised at my abnormal strength. Then his eyes narrow when he figures out why. I place my hands on my hips. "You need to back up and give me some space. I don't appreciate being cornered like that Sam. Not at all."
He sneers at me. "That bothers you? That, out of all the bullshit you've been through, fucking bothers you?" He flings some things off his desk. I'm about to let lose it when his shoulders sag and he just about collapses into his chair with his head in his hands.
The silence is suffocating. I can't stand it. "Sam, what is it that you need to tell me? What do we need to do to get past this? You're one of my closest friends and this," I motion the empty space between us with my hands, "just sucks."
He nods, leaning back. "It does. It truly does. Sookie, after all the bullshit you went through with Bill, why are you with..." His teeth are clenched together. He can't even say his name.
I readily supply, "Eric?" He nods. I just shrug. "Sam, it's none of your busi..."
I lose my voice when he hauls up out of that chair to grab me by the arms, damn near shaking me. "Of course it's my business. You just said I'm one of your closest friends. Goddamn it all, Sookie, you..." His voice trails off but I hear his thoughts loud and clear. I love you, Sookie. I always have. Why can't...
I tear myself out of his grip. I have had just about enough. I glare at him. "Don't you dare! You still don't have the fucking balls to say the words. Not out loud anyway. You tiptoe around my ability yet have no problem using it to tell me how you feel and it's not the first time. And even worse than your cowardice to speak your feelings are all those other thoughts swimming in there about me. You really think so little of me?" My voice cracks, but I shake my head. I refuse to cry over other's blindness to see past themselves. "I love him. I have no issues saying it out loud to you or to him. Is it fast? Maybe. Is it insane? Probably. Is it any of your goddamn business? No."
His eyes hold mine, filled with pain. He runs his hands through his hair as he usually does when he gets flustered. "Now look here, Sookie, I am worried about you. Look what happened the last time you took up with a vampire. You were almost killed. Gran and those other girls are dead because of vampires. When you were called away to do their dirty work, the town was almost lost."
I shake my head and poke him in his chest, "Oh no, Sam. Don't you dare try to pin that Maryann crap on me. She came here for you. I didn't even know what she was 'til I got back with Jase from Texas. I'm just going to ignore that you brought Gran up. And claiming to love me, yet sleeping with Tara, my best friend… what's your excuse for that? Hell, look at how I found out about you being a shifter." I stop to gather my thoughts. I just get all this emotion from him, no concise thoughts. I let a single tear fall down my cheek. "I'm done, Sam. I'm done trying to justify and please y'all. You're never going to be happy for me. You're never going to accept that this is my life to do with as I please. And you know what? That's fine because I'm happy with him and with myself."
I turn around to grab my stuff when he sputters, "Sookie, come on now. You know how I get." His nervousness is evident in his voice. "Let's just calm down and think about this for a moment."
I let my hand rest on the doorknob. I turn to look at him with a sad look on my face. "I quit. Now, just let me say my piece. You're never going to accept it's him that I love. I get that. But I can't come in here every damn day being judged or looked down upon because of who I love. I really believe if I don't quit, we'll truly lose our friendship. I really couldn't bear that. I know we need some time and space to get some of it back and that's why I'm doing this. Bye Sam."
I open the door and close it behind me. I hear his fists slam against it on the other side. Lafayette is standing in the hallway, arms crossed against his chest. I say nothing as I drop my apron on top of a dish cart to walk out.
I can't even tell you how I managed to drive myself home. I got in my car and when I finally blinked, I was home. I just feel so numb. I quit. I quit my job and might have lost a friend because of it. I don't know how long I have been sitting in my car when someone taps on my window. I jump and turn to see the worried face of one Jacob Black.
I get out of my car, giving him a quick hello before heading inside. All I smell is sawdust and sweat. Jacob follows me upstairs where a lot of the work seems to be happening. I walk into my bedroom, surprised at the progress. There are a lot of exposed beams. Metal panels lined up against the walls. I walk over to my tarp covered dresser. I rest my hands on it for a moment. I ask Jacob to have the guys take a break.
He quickly leaves, followed by his pack. I walk down the hall to Gran's room. I grab one of her bigger suitcases to take back to my room. I take off the tarp to open drawers and chuck my stuff into it. I throw all my Merlotte's uniforms into a couple of plastic bags. I make my way back to Gran's room to open up one of the boxes I had packed with a few mementos and framed pictures. I grab a few of my favorites before heading back to my room to carefully place them in the suitcase. I close it and drag the thing to my car. Jacob sees me sort of struggling and quickly comes to help. He puts it in my trunk and looks at me for a moment after closing it.
He bites his lip before asking, "Sookie, you okay?"
I am about to reply indifferently, but stop to think about it first. Am I okay? I think about what has happened to me these past few months. Love gained. Love lost. Family lost. Friends gone. New friends made. New love found. Really, really hot sex with a Norse god. I smile. "Yeah, I am and if not right now, I sure as hell am going to be soon." I get in and call out, "Keep up the good work."
I drive off towards my other home. I'll deal with unemployment later.
Later on - - -
I bite my lip as I pull into Fangtasia. Earlier, as I drove back to Eric's place, I realized I didn't have the code or the proper retinal attributes to enter. Instead of waiting around outside, I went to have lunch and took in a movie. I wanted to stay in the public eye, sort to speak. Niall's words and behavior make me even more on edge with all the crap with Bill. The only family I have left, besides Jason, wants me to be nothing more than a brooding mare. The theater in Shreveport had been playing a black and white revival. After a few hours spent watching a couple of classics, I am back at the club, turning off my car, and going to bang on the backdoor. I had texted Eric before driving over here and he texted me back that he would be here within the hour, promising to call Ginger so she knew I was coming.
Ginger opens the door and shows me to Eric's office. Imagine my surprise when I see Damon typing away at the laptop on the couch. He gives me a slight nod while continuing to click away. I offer him a hello and dig through my bag for the romance paperback I had picked up earlier. I sit on the opposite end of the couch, getting lost in the period romance.
A few chapters later, Eric comes through the door holding a cooler. He sets it down in front of Damon, who shuts his laptop. Damon opens it, hissing when he sees just how much is inside. Even from my spot on the couch, I could see it's filled to the top. He shuts the cooler and takes out his phone. He speaks rapidly and I can barely keep up, though I do know it's not English he's speaking.
He hangs up and looks at Eric, "This is all of it?"
Eric replies, "Yes. I have no use for her blood. It is quite inferior to my own."
Damon nods. "I wasn't expecting such a large quantity. One of my men will be here before midnight to get it."
Eric asks, "What will you do with it?"
Damon smiles, "As Magister, I will take it into evidence. Take pictures, notes and a bunch of other boring crap. Then, as The Authority, I will burn it all. Now, enough of this nonsense, Eric, when are you planning on telling your dearest here that what the two of you seem to be sharing so far is highly irregular?"
I close my book, glaring at Eric. "What's highly irregular?"
Eric snorts at Damon, "Why thank you, Damon, for breaking the news in such a kind manner to my bonded." He kneels before me. "What he means is that what we share so far is very strong. It's as if we've already blood-bonded. I can already sense your emotions and I do believe you can sense mine."
I nod. "I can feel it when you're angry or nervous. Not always clearly, but I do feel it."
Damon interrupts, "How about when he's horny?" We both turn to look at him. He shrugs, "I'm just saying that might be really useful. All kidding aside, I suggest the two of you blood-bond tonight. Since I am here as Magister, it will be official. Hell, let's make it a pledging as well. Kill two birds with one stone and blah, blah, blah. There will be plenty of vampires present. I will order the vampires to remain after the club has closed and the humans are gone."
I look at Eric. I smile. I mean, why not? After he explained to me, sometime during our lovemaking, what pledging is, I figured it's the only way we can be married until the law changes. We were planning on it anyway. Damon doing it seems like a smart choice because no one would dare question the Magister. At least, that's what I think. I nod and the smile that blooms on Eric's face is priceless. I turn to Damon, "Thank you. We would be honored if you would perform the ceremony; ceremonies. Wait, is it even a ceremony?"
Eric answers, "It can be." He rises to sit behind his desk. "I'm not sure how the Magister is planning on doing this."
Damon rolls his eyes, "So we're back to titles now? So be it. I will address the other vampires to let them know their Sheriff has an announcement to make. That way, Eric can say a few words. I will announce that in addition to being your pledged, you two will perform a blood bond in privacy to further cement the pledging. I will then bring out the ceremonial knife I have and the two of you will do your thing. I will offer Sookie my protection, and in turn, that of The Authority."
Eric smiles at me, "Then I will whisk you away, Lover, to consummate the pledging and finish the bonding."
His words make me shiver. He winks at me before Damon clears his throat. We look at him once more. I don't like the look in his eyes.
When he speaks, I know why. "Before the ceremony and all that fornicating you two have planned, there is one small, insignificant issue that has to be dealt with."
Eric stands, hands on his desk. "And what would that be, Grand-sire?"
Damon looks at him, gaze never wavering. "I will be needing some of Sookie's blood, of course."
min kärlek - my love
