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While the storyline and what streams over the next few months are mostly mine - I owe the characters and the basis to which I am writing to Charlaine Harris, and I do not make any money or gain anything from doing this except the fantasizing as I wait impatiently for the next book to come out.
Chapter Twelve
This really sucked. I had been bitten, beaten and throttled all within an inch of my life twice in the past month.
I lay on the ground for what couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes. I was fading in and out, and really didn't care at all. I could hear the stomping of feet through the snow, as well as my own raspy breathing, more and more distant. All of the sudden, he was with me, and I could feel his rage, as raw and liquid as lava.
"Oh for fuck's sakes, you can't even offer adequate protection for her for one bloody day, Occella." Eric turned me over, and I opened my eyes briefly and, he looked down on me as he picked me up off the snowy ground. "Lover, I'm going to take you into the house, and feed you. You'll feel better soon."
He breezed into the house, so quickly, and like that I was deposited on the couch in the library where we had been the night before. The roaring fire was going, and before I knew it, he had pulled a knit blanket off the back of the sofa, and covered me with it. I was shuddering as the heat returned to my body, and I felt pins and needles in my fingers and toes. My throat was an absolute nightmare. I could still hear my breath rasping, and I couldn't speak. Swallowing was torture, and it certainly felt like something was inoperative in there. I was shivering so violently now, and my teeth were chattering. Part blessing, part curse was the fact that I seemed to be more alert and coherent. I realized that there were quite a few people in the room with us. Occella & Conrad were tending to Brenda, who was still unconscious and another deep voice. I didn't feel like opening my eyes just then, and checking it out. Aside from that, Eric had raised his wrist to my mouth, which he had slit so that a steady flow of his healing blood began to go into my mouth and trickle down my throat.
"Eric, you share your blood with her often." Ocella said this as a statement not a question.
Eric continued to feed me blood. Initially, it was impossible to swallow and the blood just slid down my throat. I coughed once, and the pain surged and flowers bloomed in my eyes. But Eric pushed me back down on the couch and continued to feed me his blood. As it coursed down my throat, I felt the healing properties of it soothe the injuries like an elixir and I began to breathe easier. Eric opened a True Blood that was sitting beside him, and began to drink it, as he looked at me with concern. I removed his wrist from my mouth, and I reached my hand up, to caress his face.
"Thanks." I took an experimental swallow, and was relieved at how much better it felt. It reminded me of the time I'd had strep throat as a child, raw and wounded, but certainly not the broken bits of flesh and bone feeling I had before.
I took a look around the room, and saw Brenda beginning to moan, her face white and a bruise blossoming across her jaw. Conrad had an ice pack, and they had covered her with a blanket. Conrad, no surprise was talking on his phone. Occella stood like a statue at the rear of the room, surveying all of this with interest. The newcomer sat in the chair Occella occupied the previous evening, looking at me with curiosity with deep green eyes.
I reached out my mind, and felt his brain – ahhh... Pulsating red, a were. Of course, I couldn't expect to meet another human, that wouldn't be nearly exotic enough for the life that I had been living lately. On the bright side, he was a very good looking were however, wavy dark hair, and a really nice body, from what little I could see beyond the broad shoulders, and long denim encased legs. But I decided not to look too long, as I had already noticed my blonde vampire's eyes narrowing and becoming stormy from my examination. I sat up, moved closer to the fire, and wrapped the blanket around me tighter. I also removed my boots, which were cold and wet, from my trek through Occella's forest. It wasn't like snuggling with Eric was going to make me much warmer any time soon and I regretted that thought as soon as I had it.
"Sookie, I am truly saddened that you were attacked while a visitor in my home." He waved his hand imperiously at the were. "Eric, Sookie this is my colleague and occasional business partner, Rogan Moore. Rogan this is my child, Eric and his err – friend Sookie."
Occella raised a silky brow in my direction, and I decided to let his little attempt at rudeness go. He and I were definitely not going to be good friends. Rogan gave a brief wave in our general direction and Occella smiled.
By this time, Brenda had stirred, and was holding an ice pack to her jaw. Conrad had fetched her a glass of water and given what looked to be a couple of Tylenols. I noticed that no one offered to give her blood to fix her up. I sighed and warily lowered my shields to be able to hear all the people in the room.
I wasn't picking up on much, no one was really putting much out there, but I decided that I might get a flash of something, so I left it as the status quo.
"Lover, you are looking much better. Is your voice recovered enough to discuss what happened?" Eric looked at me with concern, and a hint of anger.
"Well we were sightseeing while you all were napping, and someone started following us. We didn't even get out of the car anywhere, it was just a drive. These two guys in a pickup truck were following us, and Brenda had a gun and she shot at them. Then we came back here really fast, and there were more of them." I paused to think about it. "I didn't see any cars or anything, did they park anywhere? Do you know who they were?"
Eric kissed the top of my head. "There was a car on a service road that leads to the beach, we assume it was theirs. Rogan, is a were pack leader in this area Sookie. This is one of the reasons he is here. He claims he didn't order the attack." Eric sneered as he said this.
Rogan sat up a little straighter at this. "Knock it off deader. I don't have the time or the patience to get involved in your bullshit vamp politics." He turned to Occella. "Look, I've been having problems with some of these guys lately. There's a lot of crap going on that's starting to really affect my business, some that involves you and some that doesn't. Between Nayali going missing on your end, and the thefts and robberies going on, on my end – we need to figure out how to help each other. This is getting out of hand very fast." He pounded his fist on the arm of the chair to make a point.
Occella nodded, with his chin in his hand – a very human gesture – and looked thoughtful. There was no sign of the pathetic and dangerous vampire of the previous night – which just made him all the more terrifying.
"I know you are right about that. We are losing a substantial amount of money to the truck thefts, and loss of business." He looked at me. "Miss Stackhouse. I know that it has been a very trying day for you, but I wondered if after the infusion of Eric's blood if you felt up to perhaps visiting one of our area's finer establishments this evening. It is still quite early, only just hours after dark."
"Count me out." Brenda groaned from the sofa. Conrad looked up briefly from some email on his blackberry and shook his head no.
I looked at Eric, who shrugged. "The sooner this is done, the sooner we can return to Louisiana you know. I also have businesses to run." He looked at Occella pointedly.
I moved my head around and swallowed experimentally. I was a little sore, but I thought that if I could scoff a couple of those Tylenols that Brenda had, I might feel okay. I was much warmer although I didn't look forward to leaving the fireside. I sighed, and then nodded my head.
"Good then. We'll all go in say about an hour. That should allow everyone enough time to get ready and to eat of course. Rogan, you will be joining us I assume?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
Occella left the room, Conrad and Rogan trailing after him asking Conrad if there was any human food in the house. I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and got up off the couch and walked over to Brenda.
"I hope you are feeling better Brenda. That was really great what you did, with the gun, and keeping your head enough to drive back here and everything." She looked up at me and rolled her eyes.
"Sookie I don't know you that well, but let me tell you that I wasn't about ready to just roll over and die for some scumbags in a pickup truck. You did good girl. Heard about the were and an icicle. That's pretty inventive." She smiled at me and winced as it pulled her jaw muscles.
I had forgotten about that and I turned to look at Eric. "Taken care of lover, don't think anything of it."
"Well I guess I should go get ready. Must admit, day one was pretty exciting." I attempted a laugh but it came out feeble. Neither one of us was into it I guess, so I just patted her on the shoulder and Eric and I went up the stairs to my room.
When I opened the door, the room was just as I left it, but I felt like things had been moved around. I am not a neat freak by any stretch, but I do usually remember things. Eric's eyes darted left and right, quickly as soon as he entered.
"Why was Conrad in your room today?" He walked over to the closet and pulled out my purse. "You didn't take this with you today? This is what he touched the most."
"I just took my wallet and put it in my coat, in case we stopped anywhere. What do you think he was looking for?" I took my purse and went through it. I normally don't carry a lot of things. I had my cell phone, which was off right now, a lipstick and a package of gum. My wallet was in my coat, which was still on my back. I reached into the inside pocket and pulled it out.
"No idea, but I don't like it. I could find out I guess, but I don't know how Occella would feel about me glamouring one of his employees."
"Brenda's been glamoured a whole bunch of times, but I can't really tell with Conrad. " I decided to tell Eric about the pale hand, and the constant list making. "It's like he's blocking me, or something. He's constantly making lists in his head like of all the things he has to do. It reminds me of when I had to study something in school." I described the hand on the edge of the bed as I removed my now filthy coat. My pink cardigan and white turtleneck were spotted with blood that had come through my coat from the were I killed. I sighed.
Eric reached down for the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. "No idea what it means, but it certainly makes up my mind lover to get Conrad in a nice quiet corner and ask him some questions, with or without Occella's permission." His hands roamed a little more, and my bra snapped free. He reached up to my ponytail, and pulled out the elastic until my hair was free.
He bent over and took a nipple in his mouth, while massaging the other one. He continued on that path for a while, while I stood there half naked in my only my jeans running my fingers through his blonde hair.
"Would you like to shower lover? Perhaps I can wash your back?" He looked at me sultrily, and I returned that gaze with some heat of my own. I took his hand and led him to the ensuite.
In the washroom, door firmly closed and locked, I started the shower. After having been so cold, I relished the idea of a hot shower. I removed my jeans, and Eric looked appreciatively at the plain white panties I had put on that morning. He made a comment to that effect, and I rolled my eyes.
"These are not sexy Eric, they are as plain jane as you get."
"Lover, women don't understand that while the lace and satin is very nice, it's what's going on inside the underwear that matters. I happen to like white cotton underwear. They are very easy to replace."
With that he, gave a quick tug at the seams of the underwear and they vanished from my hips and fell to the floor in pieces. Did I mention that my knees turned to jelly at this? His mouth was devouring mine, and he still had his damned clothes on. I tugged at his t-shirt and finally just pushed it up, as I began to lightly bite his nipple, and grabbed his wonderful ass through the seat of his jeans. He semi lifted me, until my backside was on the counter top and he inserted his fingers into my hotness. I moaned and threw my head back. He removed his shirt quickly, and his pants followed. The fingers were removed, and suddenly he was on his knees in front of me, between my legs. He licked at my core, and used his fingers to part me to be able to have free reign on my pleasure point with his mouth. I moaned and I said his name over and over again, as I shuddered with the climax that rocked me to the core. My back arched and I drove my hands through his hair as he pushed his fingers into me again, and turned his head. As I rocked with the force of my orgasm, he bit me on the inside of my thigh, and drank from me, all the while moving his long, long fingers against me, inside me...
Almost completely turned to jello, I smiled at him when he looked up at me.
"Wow."
"So you enjoyed that then." He looked pleased with himself. "I'm afraid it's not over yet my lover." And he took my hand and led me into the shower, which had been running this entire time. We were going to run out of hot water at this rate.
"Turn around." So I did, and he opened my body wash and proceeded to wash me with the rough cotton washcloth. He started with my back and soaped down the backs of my legs, paying attention to each toe. Then he sculpted each of my butt cheeks, and let his fingers linger in areas that made me melt. He proceeded up my back to my neck. "Turn around again, lover."
He used the washcloth on my face, being careful around my throat, and washed each of my arms, my fingers and my breasts. He dragged the coarse cloth across my sensitive nipples and a low moan escaped my lips.
"Eric..."
"Shh... Not yet."
He continued downwards, and used the soaps on my legs, completely ignoring that other area of me that screaming to be touched and now. He moved up slowly, torturing me with his deliberateness and I found myself running my hands up and down his sides saying, "please, please..."
"Please what lover."
"Oh Eric I need you to be inside me, right now lover, please."
He looked at me, and the washcloth dropped to the floor of the tub, and he picked me up, and pushed me against the wall of the shower, with my legs on either side of his waist. As he did that he paused, and looked down at me, his length pressed against my opening, taunting me in its disregard for the job at hand. I thought my entire body was going to burst if he didn't do it soon, I was so ready.
After what seemed like an eternal amount of time, with me panting, "please, please, please," he reached down and cupped one of my butt cheeks with one hand, and brought up his other hand to lift my chin up. He tenderly kissed me, while looking in my eyes, and we deeply did that for a moment, and when I parted from his lips, he shoved forward into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to kiss, him while I threw my hands around his shoulders and held on for dear life.
He was lightning and thunder. He was of the gods and I had no shields and it was a resonance of sounds and memories, and we were one. We rocked in unison, and he thrust into me again and again, and I reached a height of pleasure that echoed in my soul. There was only he and I and it felt like this time was endless, but then as all good (fantastic!) things are – they must end, and I knew that he was speeding up, and I was coming again, amazingly – and suddenly he stopped and said something I couldn't understand and shuddered as he released. He moved his head down and bit me on the shoulder, and I cried out in pleasure. We both stood there for a moment in silence, until I at last broke it.
"Wow again."
He smiled at me, obviously pleased with himself. "Wow, at least three times, by my count anyhow."
He licked the wound on my shoulder a few times, and I felt it seal up. The water was beginning to cool off, and we cleaned ourselves up and got out. I wrapped myself in a towel, but Eric strutted in his naked glory into the bedroom. I admired the view; he really was a beautiful man.
"Are you ready for this lover?" He looked at me contemplatively. "We are a lot out of our element here. I don't have the resources up here that I have in Louisiana. I have some help, but it's not much."
He looked concerned as he said this, and I wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. After all, if you have a 1000 year old vampire looking concerned about a situation, you could bet that there was going to be trouble.
"Maybe we should just kill Occella Eric, then he can't order you to do anything and we can go home and leave this place."
Judging by the look on his face, I had just succeeded in surprising my ancient vampire lover...
Okay y'all I'm on a track... I know where I'm going and it's not going to be pretty for anyone/anywere/anyvamp... Hope you're prepared for a bloody mess as I'm about 1/2 way through right now. Either way, it makes no bloody difference, I'm writing it come hell or high water, hither or dither and even if I have to rip it from my flesh. Hope you're enjoying, this is great practice for me, and I'm loving the fun of it. Thanks for the comments, I'll try to keep it on track with the storyline and hot in the bedroom as long as I can.