Chapter12

Eric listened as Casey's heart and breathing evened into sleep. He turned slowly on the couch, so he didn't wake her. As he studied her sleeping form, he found that she was not unpleasant to look at. Her deep burgundy hair made her look even more pale then she actually was. Her large eyes had a very slight slant to them. Her nose had a squared look to it, that was quite adorable. As he studied her face more he noticed for the first time how truly thick and long her eyelashes were. Her bow shaped lips were slightly parted in sleep.

Eric ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about what to do with this little witch beside him. He knew that eventually he would have to kill her, turn her loose or, just turn her. He was still debating how best to handle her.

As Eric sat there with all the scenarios playing out in his mind, a vibration went off in his jeans pocket. He pulled his phone out in a quick motion and flipped it open when he seen it was a call from his child. "Northman."

"I have a disgruntled boy at the bar. He is demanding to see a witch that is not here." Pam stated in a flat dry tone. In the background Eric could hear a mans voice yelling for the phone.

"She is safe. What does he want? And would his name happen to be Josh?" Eric smirked to himself. He knew that Josh had feelings for the witch by the way he looked at her outside of Fangtasia the other night. He had not expected him to show up so soon though.

"Yes I think the whelps name is Josh, although he does not seem to be willing to speak to me. He is demanding to see to the witch, or at least talk to her." Eric grinned at the bored tone Pam had as he heard Josh yelling in the background.

"Well tell him I will not wake her. He will just have to wait to talk to her, but assure him that she is safe and sound here with me. I will do nothing to hurt her at this point. I will be calling you to discuss what I have found out later though, once your distraction is not present." Eric chuckled.

"Yes Master," was the the last thing Eric heard before there was a hiss, the popping of fangs and, Pam's phone flipping shut. He knew that he still information to get out of the witch, but he had learned a lot so far. He was also curious about where her other mark of the Gods was.

Eric watched as Casey's eyes started to twitch with deep sleep. He carefully scooped her up off the couch and carried her to the bedroom. As he brought her softly down to the mattress he felt her fist grip his shirt.

Eric stood over her, eying Casey's hand that still clung to his shirt and smirked. He carefully lowered himself into the bed beside her. He didn't want to pry her hand off his shirt and wake her when she needed the rest so badly. He knew that when she did wake, if he was still here beside her, the reaction could be quite humorous.

As Eric chuckled to himself he absently brushed Casey's hair back out of her face. As his cool fingers brushed her scalp, she shifted and curled in closer to him. Propping himself up on one elbow, he watched her face closely. He leaned in closer and smelled her hair, which had the faint scent of vanilla. As he let out his breath, covering her face a cool rush of air, he felt her stiffen next to him.

Eric opened his eyes and smirked into Casey's now wide open eyes. "Don't you know its rude to sniff people when they are trying to sleep," she quipped.

Eric laughed and raised an eyebrow seductively. "Maybe you shouldn't have snuggled so close or held my shirt prisoner little chica," he drawled in a husky voice.

Casey saw a faint glimmer in his eye and looked away quickly as she blushed and let go of his shirt. "Oh sorry," she said a little too quickly and chanced a glance at his face.

As Casey's eyes met Eric's, he tried once more to glamour her. As her eyes snapped wide and then her face relaxed, he knew he had her. "So tell me little chica, why are you really here?" he asked in a soothing voice as his hand ran up her spine.

"I told you. I was sent by the Gods and Goddesses. I am here to send you back to them and prepare you." Casey said in a dull shaky voice.

Eric leaned in closer and placed a kiss on her throat, at her pulse. "Are you sure they sent you? Not someone else, trying to distract me?" he drawled in his soothing husky voice. The longer he stayed this close to her, the more he wanted to feel her body and feed.

"I don't think I would have been sent if I was meant to be a distraction. I am sure they could have found someone more attractive, and more to your liking," Casey whispered in a tense tone.

Eric pulled back and looked deep into her eyes again, knowing his hold on her was loosening, but not quite sure how that was happening. She should be under his control till he released her. As he looked Closely at her, he noticed her eyes once again shifting, as was her facial expression. She was going from a dull blue eyed look, to a passionate green eyed look.

"Leif," Casey whispered, barely audible, before seizing his mouth. He felt the last of his control over her disappear as he returned the kiss. After a moment, he broke it and began nuzzling her neck. As he breathed in her scent he felt his fangs pop into place.

"Don't play games with me little chica, or you might get bit," Eric growled into her neck and let his fangs graze her flesh. As a small shudder ran through her body, he smirked. He caught himself wondering what a born witch tasted like. He did not believe he had ever fed from one, since they tend to shy away from vampires.

Eric felt Casey go very still in his arms, save for her heavy breathing. He also noted the soft scent of her arousal. As he laid light licks and kisses to her pulse he whispered, "If you want it all you have to do is ask little chica."

Eric let his hand wander to Casey's hip and softly knead the flesh through her jeans. He could tell she was slightly afraid, which only thrilled him further. Her breathing became more shallow but she still did not speak or move. "Or I could stop," he said in a voice husky with want, as he pulled back from her neck.

Casey reached out quickly and caught a handful of his hair. "I shouldn't want this," she gasped through clenched teeth. Her eyes blazed into his as she pulled his forward slightly. "Take what you must, because I can feel your hunger, but do not take it from my neck." She let go of his hair and closed her eyes, hoping she was not making a mistake. She was not sure how else to gain his trust.

Eric gazed down at her and felt her fear growing. He let out a small groan and started pulling her clothes off. As his fingers deftly moved, he placed feather light kisses along every piece of new flesh he exposed. As his fingers worked the buttons of her jeans, he let his fangs lightly drag across her nipples. He enjoyed the gasp he got and she arched her back, pushing her breasts closer to him.

Carefully he worked her jeans down and smirked when he seen the birthmark on her hip. "I knew it was there," he whispered more to himself then to her. As he pulled her jeans and panties fully off, he was hit with the full scent of her arousal and he let out a grunt. Her arousal mixed with her fear was intoxicating him. He leaned back on his heels and looked her over, laying before him totally disrobed. She had her head bent to the side and her eyes closed tightly.

He lowered himself between her thighs and let his hands roam slowly up to her core, as he breathed her in. "Chica," he drawled in a lusty tone. Casey's eyes opened slowly and she looked down at him sheepishly. "Yes...... Look at me little chica...... watch me....." he growled as two fingers slipped inside on her. She jerked slightly at the cool feel of his fingers, and let out a groan as she felt is cool tongue working her core, as she had never felt before.

His fingers lazily moved until they found her buried spot. When he first hit it, he felt her jerk slightly and moan. He smirked up at her and started moving his fingers with more purpose and his mouth closed around her nub. He placed is free hand on her stomach to hold her still, once she began to wiggle away from him. Still holding her eyes with his, he let his fangs softly graze her sensitive flesh as he placed licks and kisses.

As she started to near rapture he sucked her nub into his mouth until he felt her muscles tense around his fingers. He slowly released her nub, turned his head and, bit her thigh. As the salty, sweet taste rolled over his tongue, he let out a growl and took a long pull. He pulled back slightly as he felt her tremors from orgasm lessening and her fear rising. He closed his eyes, took 2 more long pulls. At the end of the second pull, felt his release in his jeans and began to lick softly and the two tiny wounds on her leg.

Eric removed his fingers from her and licked them, savoring the taste of mixing fluids. Smirking he turned back to her and watched her. She fidgeted slightly under his gaze but refused to look away. "You did not get your release," she whispered so softly, that if he was human he would not have heard it.

"I did actually," he leered at her, causing her to blush slightly. "but you would not be prepared for what I have to offer," he gave a smirk and peeled his soiled clothes off. "Now you need rest. We will discuss more tomorrow night. We might even take a trip to Fangtasia." he climbed up off the bed and watched over his shoulder as she pulled the blankets up over herself.

He quietly made his way to his inner chamber. After taking a bit of her blood, he could now read her better then before. He knew that would come in handy later.

He smiled to himself as he felt himself being into his dead like sleep. It had been a productive night.