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**The SVM character and stories belong to the amazingly talented Charlaine Harris! I just wanted to play with the Viking :) I mean, really, who wouldn't?**

Chapter 14

Eric and Pam stood contemplating the two of us. Both of them looked highly disconcerted, not really knowing what to say to Amelia or myself. Eric cleared his throat, drawing all attention to him.

"Amelia, I am very sorry that this fate was chosen for you. How are you handling your transition?"

Eric was speaking to my friend, but his gaze was solely on my face. He was mentally patting me on the back. I gave a small nod in acknowledgment and focused on my friend.

"I'm coping as best I can. It wasn't my choice, but it's done and can't be undone." Amelia lowered her head for a moment and then looked at me.

"Knowing Sookie will be facing the same obstacles as I makes it somewhat more bearable. Are there any other vampire witches?"

"Not in my Area. I will make some calls to other Sheriffs and gather information. In the meantime, would you and Sookie want to spend time at Fantasia tonight? Pam and I have business to attend to."

A glance passed between Amelia and I before we both answered favorably. Maybe a night among those of our kind would be best for we newborn vampires. I was holding on to my doubts but Eric was Sheriff and he would make sure nothing happened.

"Sookie, there is a closet full of clothes that I had hoped you might someday wear in the room next to ours. Have fun playing dress up, ladies." Eric added with a grin.

I smiled at my friend, who smiled back. My girl loved nothing more than clothes. I took her hand and led her through the house until we reached the closet. I gestured for Amelia to open it. She did and we both gasped, collectively.

The "closet" was bigger than my kitchen in Gran's house and was crammed full of designer items, purses, shoes and even some hats. We had a good laugh at the idea of either of us, especially me, wearing a hat. I was glad that I had managed to distract Amelia enough that she lost the depressed look that haunted her face. She was actually smiling while she prowled through the articles. I joined the hunt on the other side of the ginormous clothes cave.

"Sookie!"

I whirled quickly to face her. She held up a red leather mini dress that boasted cut-out sides and silver toned chains down the open back. It was positively the most sinful thing I had ever looked at, well maybe except Eric.

"Wow, that is some, dress, or lack thereof."

"I think you should wear it tonight. It'll drive Eric crazy! C'mon Sook."

"Oh no, my Gran would roll over in her grave at just the thought of me wearing that dress!!"

"Why not make your debut something to talk about?"

I could not believe I was actually thinking of going out in public in that dress, but here I was, pondering that very thing. My fangs sprang out and I couldn't help but giggle. I guess the thought of driving one Mr. Eric Northman insane for the night was mighty appealing after all. I wasn't gonna let Amelia make me her Barbie without me dressing her too.

"Alright, my friend, here's the proposal. You pick my outfit and I'll pick yours. We'll do each others hair and make up. Let's drive em wild!"

Laughter bubbled from Amelia's throat. "Yes! A billion times, yes! Eric or Pam won't know what hit them!"

I returned to my perusing for my item of choice. After toying with several dresses, I found the winner. It was a midnight, strapless, black cat suit with a plunging v-neck. Rhinestones decorated the neck line drawing more attention to what would be put on display. It was made of some clingy material with a slight sheen. I pulled the hanger from the rack and presented my pick to Amelia.

"Oh gawd, Sookie! That is fantastic!!"

She snatched the suit from my hands, and moved to the mirror. Holding it up to her, she turned her head one way then the other. Her smile was radiant.

"Up or down for my hair?"

I thought for a moment and then replied. "How about up with long curls down on the sides?"

"Perfect!! Now let's find shoes! Lucky for me that we wear the same size in clothes and shoes!!"

There were more shoes in this room than in the Wal Mart in Bon Temps! Amelia and I oohed and ahhed over pair after pair of shoes. This wasn't going to be an easy decision for either of us.

"Eureka!!"

Amelia handed me a box. Jimmy Choo, oh my god! I opened the lid and gasped at the red patent leather shoes that gleamed inside. They had four-inch spike heels and a peep toe. They were splendid but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to walk or dance in them. What the hell, why not ? I was about to step into a pair of shoes that cost more than I would have made at Merlotte's in a week!! Being with Eric had its perks. I went back to my search, when finally I found the perfect shoes to set off the cat suit!! I handed the box to my friend and waited for her reaction. Amelia looked at the box and then back at me.

"They're Manolos! I don't care if these are the most ridiculous shoes in history I'm wearing them!"

She tore the lid off the box and found a pair of black satin wedges. She looked at the shoes and then up at me. Pure joy filled her face and her fangs were quite prominent. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" She asked.

"I have that same reaction when I see Eric!!"

"C'mon let's get this show on the road, hot mama!" Amelia said as she directed me to the vanity.

She opened the drawers on the lighted, mirrored vanity and was quite pleased to find all the cosmetics a girl could wish for. Letting out a wolf whistle, Ms. Broadway spun the chair from the mirror and motioned for me to sit. I groaned inwardly, but wouldn't spoil her fun. A short time later, I met my reflection again. I didn't recognize my own face. Amelia had gone very dramatic with my eyes, lining them in pitch black. My eyelashes were dark and looked a mile long. My lips were full and blood red. I looked like a sex kitten. I was startled at the empowerment on the woman's face in the mirror. That woman was Sookie Stackhouse! Eric Northman was going to swallow his tongue!!

"Now for your hair!"

Among her earlier finds were hair rollers, curling irons and hair products. She moved around me at vampire speed curling tresses and using a large amount of hair spray. I watched my own transformation in awe. By the time Amelia was finished I had been teased, curled and spritzed. Now it was my turn to work my magic on her. I did her hair first, pulling the shoulder length strands into a sleek chignon, leaving pieces loose to curl around her face. With Amelia's make up I also took the dramatic approach, we are vampires, after all. I applied a shimmering gray shadow and lots of jet-black mascara and eyeliner. I left her lips with only a clear, super shiny gloss. Pulling back from her to admire my work, I moved from in front of the mirror so she could see. Her smile could have given the sun a run for its money! We looked fantastic!

"Hey, Sook, just one more thing." She said.

"Huh?"

She held her hand out to me and when it opened, inside was a red leather thong. I immediately had thoughts of Eric removing it with only his fangs. I took them from her without a word and went to get my dress on. Five minutes later we were looking each other over for flaws. Finding none, we walked hand in hand back to Eric and Pam. The pair was in deep conversation when we appeared. Pam stopped talking mid sentence and Eric's mouth fell open. Hot, raw lust slammed into me through the bond. Mission accomplished.

I was feeling cheeky wearing this dress, so I decided to push Eric's buttons. I walked over to him and wound my arms about his neck. Leaning into him, I whispered in his ear.

"Lover, cat got your tongue?"

It turned out that he indeed still had grand control of his tongue because it swept into the hollows of my mouth. With each teasing dip I was getting hotter and hotter. The sound of Pam snickering burst our bubble.

"Eric, you always were a sucker for a red dress!"

He wasn't about to let Pam best him, not this time. "As I recall, Pam, so are you."

"You got that right, buddy, or a a black pantsuit!"

Pam's fangs made an appearance with that remark. Amelia grinned and winked at her. It was good to see those two getting cozy again. I wasn't the kind who looked down their nose at someone's choice in a mate. As the proverb goes, those who live in glass houses shouldn't cast stones. I was most definitely a dweller of said house.

"Are you ladies ready to head out?" Eric asked, still gripping my waist tightly.

We were, so we all climbed into the big black Escalade and drove toward Fangtasia.

On the short drive we ladies chatted about clothing and shoes, while Eric endured the fashion discussion without comment. I was glad to enter into mindless conversation that didn't require much participation on my end. My thoughts were racing. This would be the first time I would see the other end of the spectrum. I was one of them this time. How would I be received? The truck stopped and the four of us headed toward the staff entrance. Clancy was standing watch. His eyes widened when he looked at me and even more when he got a load of Amelia. Before Clancy made the grave error of checking out the boss's lady too closely, he nodded slightly in approval. Eric nodded back, master and commander til the bitter end. I could feel his satisfaction rolling inside the bond. Eric didn't care if his third in pecking order liked his mate but it made it more pleasant if he did. Moving to the interior of the club, we headed for Eric's booth. I stopped. I just wanted to dance, so I made my way to the floor.

The music was pumping so loudly it was almost as if I had a heartbeat again. I closed my eyes and let the bass make its way through my body. I was entranced and began to sway to the beat. Eric approached from behind, encircling me in his arms and moving in time with me. I was spellbound as the world pulsated around us. Eric and I paused in a juncture where nothing existed beyond the enclosure of his embrace. The song ended and another began, a slower tune. I swiveled in the cradle of his arms to lay my head on the wall of his chest. Eric propped his chin on the top of my head. He still dwarfed me even in four inch heels. I loved it. We continued to hold each other long after the last note ended. Finally shaking ourselves from the reverie, we joined Pam and Amelia in the booth. Eric signaled a passing waitress for four Tru Bloods. When they were delivered seconds later he proposed a toast.

"From here to eternity."

Bottle clinked against bottle as the idle chit chat returned. I was actually following the conversation this time when I felt Eric's hand snake up my thigh and inside my red, leather thong. I was biting my lip trying not to give away what was going on underneath the table. I suddenly snapped to attention when his fingers circled my sweet spot. I had had enough. I placed my hands on the table and pushed away from the booth, then slid out.

"Excuse me, ladies but Eric is about to take me to his office to fuck my brains out. Unless you prefer we stay right here and finish what he started. Eric?"

Northman just sat there with his fangs out and a devilish smile for an instant before moving to stand beside me. Pam and Amelia both gaped at my forwardness, but recovered quickly with giggles. Eric grabbed my hand and led me to his office. He ushered me inside and closed the door. Oh man I knew I was in for it!!

TBC!