I wanted to personally thank all of you for your high praise after the last chapter. It was an overwhelming positive response which I did not expect. I am continuously shocked on how well my story is received. I am truly honored that you all take time out of your day to read what I write.
I tried to reply to many of you, but I apologize for not responding to you all. Please, know that I breathe comments like air. I need them to keep going and it stirs my motivation to write chapters so quickly. Thinks, Ok Deborah, enough sucking up to the readers! Hehe : )
All character belong to CH, I just swim in her pool occasionally.
Eric has finally decided to grace me with his presence. After the last failed attempt at interviewing Eric, I thought for sure he would never keep an appointment with me, but low and behold…
Deborah: *Dripped with heavy sarcasm* Master, Sookie so nice of you to keep your scheduled appointment with me.
Eric: The pleasure is all yours. Are you saying that I do not keep my word?
Sookie: *giggles*
Deborah: *Huffs a sigh* No, you just have been, um otherwise engaged the last few times.
Eric: Yes, well I am a busy man.
Deborah: No doubt about that. *Thinks, how to ask, how to ask* So Master, why did you decide to push Sookie away for the last few chapters?
Eric: I wanted her, she refused. I backed off. End of story.
Deborah: Hmm, so you didn't try to manipulated the situation to your advantage?
Eric: Why would I ever need to do that! I always have the advantage. *Smirks*
Deborah: So you didn't try to deceive Sookie then?
Eric: *Heavy Sarcasm* I would never deceive anyone. I mainstreamed, deception is not in my being.
Deborah: Ok, Sookie do you have any thoughts about the last few chapters?
Sookie: Only that I knew I had to make the situation between us right again.
Deborah: How did you feel when you bowed to Eric with an audience present?
Sookie: I didn't give much thought to it until after, you know. I had eyes for only Eric. It was after I rose did I realize how quiet the room was.
Deborah: Was this a hard thing for you to do?
Sookie: Yes and…no. I knew that I was prepared to publicly show how I felt about Eric, but this is not something I would have ever done without being coaxed into this kind of situation.
Deborah: *Eyes brightened* Coaxed how exactly?
Eric: Enough! We have another scheduled appointment. You are dismissed!
Deborah: *Mumbles under breath* Damn, just when I was getting somewhere good.
Without further ado, I give you Chapter 14 Over my Dead Body
WARNING: Explicit material below - Do not read this chapter if explicit material upsets you.
A walk. Why the hell did he want to go for a walk? All I wanted to do was jump his bones. I cursed under my breath, how could someone get me so hot and bothered that all I could think about was jumping into bed with him. I barely had any coherent thoughts and he wasn't even in the room with me. I huff out a frustrated sigh, I probably should at least take off my dress. My eyes brightened light a light bulb as a new idea popped it's way into my mind. He didn't say what I had to put on, all he said was comfy clothes. With a new mission and a mischievous smirk to myself I walked over to my suitcase. I unzipped my bag to reveal all my new clothes. It wasn't the jeans or the T-shirt I was looking for though, it was the scary black lacy teddy. I held it in my grasp, could I do this? Could I put this on and sprawl out on the bed ready and waiting for him? Desperate times call for desperate measures. I made up my mind. Unzipping my dress, I let it fall to the floor. It must be my heated cootchie doing back flips because my over confidence even surprised me as I swayed my hips to shimmy out of my dress. Glided out of my bra and panties, I placed all the discarded clothing on top of my suitcase. I slipped on the black teddy, trying not to over think what I was about to do. I sauntered over to my room's door to leave it slightly ajar so I wouldn't have to answer it when he knocked. I placed the "turned down service" card in the way of the door jam so it wouldn't automatically lock. I strolled into the bathroom to touch up my makeup and hair.
I thought my hair looked sexier down so I undid the updo and let it cascade down my back. I touched up my foundation and applied a glossy shimmer to my lips. I tried to not look below my face in the mirror, I didn't want to loose my nerve. Satisfied with my face anyways, I walked over to the mini bar. Opening the frig I sought my goal, champagne. I saw several bottle of True Blood, but the only refreshment he would need tonight was me. I shivered as I thought of his lips trailing down my body and nuzzling my inner thigh before he bit. Yes, it was definitely going to be a night to remember.
I poured myself a glass of the bubbly spritzer. Walking back over to my suitcase glass in hand, I added the final touches to the outfit. I pulled out a red garter for my thigh and stiletto heels, well they were stiletto to me, I had never worn anything that high in my life. I sat on the bed, gliding the garter all the way up to my inner thigh. I took the black four inch pumps and gingerly placed them on my feet. I decided to turn down the bed while I waited folding the quilt and blanket at the bottom. Now for the hardest part of all, positioning myself on the bed. I tried several different angles, the first on my stomach, boobs pressed out at full attention with one leg in the air. No, too much strain on my neck. The next, sitting up nice and tall, legs spread wide allowing everything open for him to see. Not quite sure I could do that without blushing. Not that I wouldn't be blushing profusely anyways. I finally settled on the third, laying on my back, the leg with the garter propped up, leaning on my elbows with my neck extending back pushing my boobs out into the air. Now to wait. I sipped my champagne. It felt like an eternity had gone by, was it only ten minutes, before I heard a knock at the door.
I readied my position and in my most seductive voice said, "Come in, doors open."
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Extending my head back, a curved smile on my face, I shut my eyes ready and waiting for my Viking vampire lover. I had no idea how he was going to react, I hoped it would be to my liking and his. I didn't hear the door or any footsteps, but I felt rough lips kissing my neck and a sharp pinch on my thigh. What the hell? I felt my body radiate in a warming sensation that had nothing to do with the kiss. I opening my eyes to look at the only man who could ever get me to position myself like this. I thought I was hallucinating for a moment, for when I opened my eyes I did not see my Viking lover, but…Felipe de Castro. It took me a full two seconds to react, I never dreamed that anyone else would walk into my room. He had grabbed me brusquely and was grazing his fangs along my neck. I threw my arms in front of me and pushed for all it was worth, I pushed like my life depended on it, and I pushed some more trying to move the mountain that couldn't be budged. I kicked my legs wildly throwing my shoes off my feet into different directions. I may not be able to win, but I was not going down without a fight.
"I loved that you were ready and waiting just for me. Struggle a little more woman, I love a good fight."
A scream was erupting from my lips when one of his hands clamped down on my mouth. I almost chomped down on his hand when a slip second of reason flashed into my mind. He wanted me to bite him and consume some of his blood. He wanted power over me. Clearing my mind for a solution I did what I should have done the moment I realized it was de Castro, I called Eric through my thoughts.
Eric please…help me…the King is attacking me. I prayed to God asking him to send me a wooden stake. But, none came. My only hope was that my Viking would rescue me from the clutches of the King. I tried to stay detached, but I felt the lace being ripped from my body. I felt his hands on my thighs ripping the garter off. Then, I felt pain in my neck, and oh God, I heard him unzipping his pants. This sound was as loud as a thunder clap on a quiet evening. I kicked and thrashed as hard as I could, this couldn't be happening to me. Wasn't the King supposed to be meeting with Eric? Where the hell was Eric?
I tried again, Eric please come for me, he's going to kill me.
"Are those tears for me? When I am through with you slut you will be screaming my name." I felt him inside me, and a waves of nausea consumed my entire body. His first thrust sent me over the edge, everything in my stomach came up. I started choking on my own vomit, for his hand was still placed over my mouth and my stomach contents had nowhere to go. He removed his hand and moved my head to the side letting me soil the bed. If I had hoped that he would be so disgusted by this and would leave, I was so wrong. He kept pounding into me until I felt him release. I was whimpering to myself as I felt him bite his own wrist and place it to my lips. I gritted my teeth together, there was no way in hell I was going to take his blood. He would have to kill me first. He may have taken my body but he would not have my soul.
"Stubborn girl. I like the feisty ones." He took some of the blood and placed it on my neck I to heal the bite marks, then he shoved two fingers in my folds to do the same. I realized he was removing evidence of his assault from my body.
"Now, you must not tell Eric about our little encounter. For surely he would want to seek revenge and an act against me is punishable by death. You don't want Eric to meet his final death now do you?" All I could manage was to shake my head no. I could only imagine what Eric would do when he found out.
"I knew you'd be a good cooperative girl." He leered at me and continued, "Now that I got to taste, I can see why Eric wanted you as his slave." My eyes widened at his words, slave?
"I can see that you had no idea. Yes, that little stunt you pulled in the lounge identified you as a willing and submissive human slave. I must admit, you submit well my darling." My stomach threatened to purge again from his insinuation that I submitted to him. He removed a blood stained hair from my face. "I have to go now. Remember what I told you about Eric. Now you need to get cleaned up." He lifted me and I didn't even have the fight in me to struggle, I was hoping that he would bring me to my swift death. Instead, he brought me into the bathroom, placing me in the bathtub and turned on the hot shower water.
"Now, before your Viking returns, I will have your room cleaned. Clean all the residue off your body to erase my smell." With those parting words he was gone. I don't even know how long I sat in the shower crying. I couldn't understand why Eric didn't come, how did he not feel me. Then, I remembered the pinch to my thigh. It dawned on me that he drugged me, disconnecting me from being able to project my thoughts to Eric. He drugged me before my panic was evident. Why? I knew why, Eric had said that the King wanted me for his own. I never imagined that he literally would try and take me right under Eric's nose. Eric? What was I going to do? I wanted to tell him, I know he would seek revenge and pull every last hair from de Castro's body, twist his dick off, extract his fangs, all before he killed him. Thoughts of Eric's torturous methods ran through my head comforting me. But he could not know, he would meet the his final death for killing a King.
I realized I needed to get every last bit of de Castro's smell off me. My empty stomach twisted at the thought of his name. I had no idea how long I had before Eric's return and he could not find me like this. I took the soap and vigorously scrubbed, I scrubbed to remove his scent, I scrubbed to remove the weight of his body from mine, and I scrubbed to get him out of my head. Though, I knew I couldn't wipe him from my memory, I had to do something, so I scrubbed until my skin was red and threatening to bled. The thought occurred to me, why didn't he try to glamour me? He could have tried at least, though it would have been a vain attempt. Reality was a bitch. He wanted me to remember this, that was the only conclusion I came up with. Sick bastard.
I finished up in the shower, shutting off the water, and tried to stand on my own accord. My legs were so wobbly they gave way a few times before I was able to get a grip on myself and step out of the tub. I pulled a towel off the rack and dried myself with it. I was afraid to open the bathroom door, inside here, I was safe. I didn't know what lurked on the other side. What if he was still here? No, he couldn't be, he said that the room was to be cleaned. He wanted to rid his scent from the violence that took place on the bed. What if the room wasn't cleaned yet. What if people still waited on the other side of this door. I had to be brave, Eric couldn't see me like this, he would know something was most definitely wrong. I dropped my mental shields and searched the room. Nothing. But maybe the drug effected my telepathy as well. I couldn't stay in the bathroom all night, I had to find out. I squared my shoulders, turned the doorknob and peeked through a crack as the door slipped open. I could not see a thing.
"Hello." I called in a tentative voice barely above a whisper. Nothing. Silence. I opened the door a few more inches to get a better view. Still nothing. I creaked the door open by about a foot and peeked my head out. I was completely alone. I emerged from the bathroom swaying on my feet. The area around the bed and the bed itself was completely clean. No one would ever guess what took place here a little while ago. As I stared at the bed I began to violently shake as the images of the attack filtered through my consciousness. Horror gripped me as I feel to the floor sobbing violently. It was all my fault, I left my door unlocked in a God Damn vampire hotel where anyone could walk in. Get a hold of yourself, Eric will be back soon and he can't see you like this, I shouted at myself. Not having the energy to stand, I crawled over to my suitcase, pushed aside my dress that was on top, and rummaged for some comfy pajamas and panties. I dressed my sore damaged body without even getting up. I was so profoundly exhausted, but could not make myself crawl into the bed, hell I couldn't even look at it. I crawled my way over to the corner where a loveseat occupied space. I couldn't even bring myself to gather any of the pillows or blankets from the bed, anything that might have touched him I wanted far from my body. Though, I knew the blankets had never touched him exactly, for they were all fresh but the implication was there. I raised myself onto the sofa and fell asleep dreaming of fangs and monsters lurking in dark corners.
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I woke up to soft kisses on my face and my first thought was he's back. I began to thrash and scream calling for Eric. A hand clamped over my mouth which made me thrash even more. Panic consumed my being, I could not let this happen again.
"Sookie, it is just me. What's wrong? Why are you so frightened, I can smell your fear." When I heard the soothing voice, I opened my eyes and began to cry. Eric pulled me into his arms and held me tight.
"Shh, it is okay, I am with you now. What has got you so distressed my lover?" I opened my mouth to speak and realized I couldn't tell him.
I lied very unconvincing by saying, "I just missed you so. You were gone for so long I…" I trailed off, I couldn't go on, I was afraid I would say what I could not. He pulled me back to look into my eyes while confusion spread across his face. He did not believe me one bit.
"Your crying and attacking me because you missed me?" He raised an eyebrow and tiled his head while looking at me.
"Sorry, I was having a nightmare and then I felt someone touching me. I made it all so real." I involuntary shivered as I thought how real it actually had been.
He seemed to be concentrating for a moment than said, "What was it about?"
I lied a little better this time, "I haven't the faintest clue, I don't remember." He pulled me tight into his arms and said, "You do not need to be afraid. I am here." He looked at me inquisitively and said, "Why can I not feel you?"
"What do you mean? Your arms are around me, I feel you." I was confused by his question, did he loose his sense of touch?
"No, not like that. Why can I not feel you through the bond? Why are you blocking me?" Oh, it dawned on me the drugs were still in my system. What could I say to him so he wouldn't know…
"I'm not blocking you. Maybe I could help you feel me a little more." I began to kiss him, I really wasn't ready for this yet but I needed to distract him.
He pulled back from me for a moment and said, "I would love to do this, but dawn is on the horizon. We do not have time. The King detained me longer than I hoped."
Curiosity got the best of me. I knew where the King was while Eric was detained, but I wanted to know what happened to him. So I asked, "Why did he keep you so long?"
"Well, Victor had me sit and wait for him for over an hour. I do not know where the King was. I asked to return to you if he was not available to see me, but Victor would not allow me to leave. He said the King ordered me to wait for him. I am sorry that it took so long to return to you." Everything clicked into place. I could not think of this around Eric now. Tomorrow, during the day, when I am alone I will think. "Come lover. I can feel sleep pulling me. Come lay on the bed with me." He picked me up and was about to deposit me onto the bed in my room when I panicked.
"NO, I mean, could I sleep in your bed with you. I would feel closer to you if I could sleep with you in your bed." I rambled on a bit, but no way in hell was I getting on the bed in my room. I think he was a little startled by my reaction, but sleep threatened him and he complied. He opened the door adjoining our rooms and walked into his. I clung myself close to Eric as he carried me. I felt so safe in his arms. He gently placed me on the bed. I felt so lost without the protective hold of his embrace. I watched him strip down, faster than usual, out of his clothes leaving only his very tight red thong on. I stared at the only article of clothing covering his body. It looked like it was ready to bust open from all the pressure of his swelled cock. He chuckled drawing my attention to his face and his sparkling eyes. He climbed into bed pulling me to his chest pushing his throbbing member into my core.
He breathed seductively into my ear, "I wish we had time lover. I only have a few minutes, not enough time to explore your glorious body properly." I extended my arms around his neck and placed soft kisses on his, chin, cheek, and finally his lips. Only Eric could find me sexy in pink polka doted flannel pajamas. He deepened the kiss tilting his head and placing his hand around my waist.
Pulling back he said, "It is so unfair that I need to rest. I would love to ravish your body now." He closed his eyes, leaving his hands in place and drifted off to sleep.
I was all prepared to write about a walk and a talk, but this came out. Sorry to throw another wrench in the chain after all our dear favorite couple have been through. Please review and comment and thank you so much for pushing me past 200.