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A Sookie/Eric/Godric fic.

Chapter Fourteen.

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Disclaimer: See Ch. 1.

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A/N: Successfully made the name change - and am loving it. It's nice to have a username that really means something to me, as opposed to it being about a show I used to like. For any newcomers, or my regular readers who didn't hear about my name change, my previous username was "samcamstargate1". I'll leave this up for a while so there's no confusion.

Thanks for all the awesome reviews, I couldn't believe the speedy feedback from so many people! I'm glad you guys aren't upset with the pace of the story. I wanted to keep true to the characters, and not just rush into "sexy fun time" ... though that will come soon enough. If there's one thing I hate, it's out-of-characters writing, whether it's my writing or someone else's.

The trio will be departing from Quebec soon, but there's going to be a bump or two along the way. Some 'language' in this chapter, as well.

I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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The next day graced me with only a couple hours to myself before Eric and Godric rose. I'd slept like I was in a coma, and my body felt all the better for it.

I stole a quick shower in the downstairs bathroom, and then hustled into the kitchen in search of something to eat. I didn't really feel like pasta again, but my stomach was growling in protest. I searched the large pantry, and finally found some pancake mix. I remembered I'd seen some blueberries in the fridge, and grinned as I pulled the box out.

I was still in my red 'Fangtasia' t-shirt, having only changed my undergarments after getting out of the shower. It was comfortable, and I'd gotten a twisted pleasure out of watching Eric try to restrain himself last night. I figured I'd have time to change before we left, anyway.

I found an old radio tucked away in the pantry, pulling it out with a grin. Whoever took care of the house while Godric was away must like to listen to music while they worked.

I plugged it in by the toaster, twisting the knob until I found a station I liked - even if I couldn't understand the words. With a grin on my face, and an extra bounce in my step, I set about making myself some blueberry pancakes.

I busied myself with slicing up some fruit while the batter cooked, and then placed the pancakes in a bowl with a lid on top. I wanted to keep the heat in, but I wasn't quite ready to eat yet. I trotted back up the stairs, heading for the library. I loved reading, and didn't have much time for it lately. Now, I wanted to make time for all the things I'd been putting off since I'd met Bill Compton. I bypassed Dracula, not wanting to risk getting syrup on it, or something equally dreadful. Instead, I found the least rare-looking book I could find, hardly even looking at the title. I didn't care what I read, I just wanted to get lost in the pages for a while.

A look out the window in the library showed it was nearly sunset, so I hopped back down the stairs to return to my breakfast.

The sweet, smooth syrup poured out of the bottle and over my appetizing pancakes, stirring up an involuntary 'yum' from my mouth. I loved food. I loved good food, and I knew this would taste amazing. Much better than instant pasta. For a moment, I wracked my brain, trying to think of what else I'd had to eat in the last couple of days. There was the little bit of fruit I'd eaten by the fireplace when we first arrived, and then the pasta from before ... and now this. I hadn't eaten anything at the bar.

I patted my hungry stomach, taking a bite to appease it. I'll have to make a schedule and force myself to eat, I decided. Didn't want to wither away into nothingness like poor, shrieking Ginger. Perhaps if she had her three meals a day, she wouldn't be so twitchy.

I savored the meal slowly while I read the murder-mystery I'd pulled off Godric's shelf, smirking at the mental image of the cocky sheriff who was determined to solve the case.

Just before a whispered voice could trickle into my ear, I spoke, "I know you're there."

Eric hadn't been expecting that, and was silent for a minute.

I smirked despite myself, pleased to have interrupted his plan to creep up on me.

"And here I thought you were engrossed in your reading," he finally replied.

I shrugged, not taking my eyes away from the page. "I am." I reached absently for my fork with my free hand, looking to take another luxurious bite, but it wasn't there. I glanced down at my plate to see Eric holding the utensil in question.

He'd slithered in beside me, picking up a squared piece of pancake with a couple blueberries cooked into the center. With a hungry look in his eyes, he brought the fork to my lips.

Unable to look away, I accepted the bite, closing my lips over the fork. When he pulled it slowly from my mouth, I chewed on the tasty desert-food. "Mmm," I mumbled through closed lips, smiling softly.

"That good?" Eric wondered, his right eyebrow perched higher than his left.

I nodded. "It's ..." I was about to say 'orgasmic', but stopped myself. "It's incredible," I settled for instead, looking down at my plate.

If he could feel my 'dirty' thoughts, he didn't say anything, just scooped up another bite, this time finding some cut-up strawberries.

If I weren't enjoying myself so much, I might have protested his feeding me as though I were a child. But, since I did need my other hand to turn the page, and I was quite enjoying this side of Eric, I kept silent while he placed the bit of fruit into my mouth.

After I swallowed, I turned my head to ask him if he'd ever read this book before, but just as I opened my mouth, his presence flooded my vision, and then he was all over me. His mouth plundered mine, our lips mashing together while his tongue snaked into my willing - if not surprised - mouth, sweeping through its entirety. He dropped the fork he was holding to cradle my head with one hand, while the other dropped to my thighs and began to snake under the shirt.

He kissed me senseless for a minute or two before he finally pulled away. He looked about half as dazed as I felt, and I had to put a hand on his arm to steady myself. Holy Hannah, could he kiss.

Eric licked his own lips, staring down at me like I was a tasty treat. "You taste like strawberries," he commented with a satisfied smirk, reaching out with his finger to swipe a bit of syrup that had settled at the corner of my mouth. His thumb brushed over my skin, picking up the syrup. Instead of just wiping it away, he angled his thumb into my parted mouth.

I didn't hesitate, sucking the digit into my mouth and pulling the syrup off with my tongue. For some reason, it tasted better coming off of his cool thumb, than it did a metal fork.

Eric shuddered, pulling his thumb away slowly.

I scraped it lightly with my teeth, gazing at him through my lashes.

"I want you," Eric husked out, standing from his stool and advancing on me. It was clear from his expression that he had every intention of taking me right there and then, and I didn't know if I had the strength to protest ... or if I even wanted to.

Godric's voice interrupted us, making us both look towards the entrance of the kitchen. "I wish you would at least put the dishes away before engaging in intercourse on my kitchen table. It's an antique, after all."

My eyes widened, and I managed to push Eric away from me, sliding down from my stool. I murmured a red-faced apology to Godric before grabbing my plate and fork and taking them to the sink. The book I'd been reading lay forgotten on the table, my page lost. I didn't even remember dropping it.

Eric chuckled at my embarrassment, but then immediately fell silent.

I felt a heavy tension in the air, and when I looked around, both Eric and Godric had their game faces on, eyes trained on the doorway. Before I could ask them what was wrong, we heard the front door smashed open.

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Eric and Godric seemed to have a silently, internal debate over what to do, and then without warning, Eric grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him into the foyer. Godric stopped in front of us, and Eric held me close, either to keep me from running, or so he could protect me better. I was inclined to believe the latter, but honestly, it was a toss-up. Especially when we saw who'd broken into Godric's house.

Bill Compton strode into the house, quickly followed by a redhead that I'd never seen before. She was wrapped up in a fur coat, with designer pants poking out underneath, and sharp, black heels. She wore a smirk on her pretty face, regarding the two vampires who were poised for a fight in front of me.

"Down, boys," she commented off-hand, sliding off her coat and handing it to Bill.

He seemed to hesitate briefly, but accepted the coat. He was clearly her subordinate.

Tension abounded in the room, until finally Godric spoke. "What brings you to Quebec, Sophie-Ann?"

"I think you know," she replied, setting her eyes on me.

I swallowed nervously, feeling Eric's grip on my arm tighten. It was bordering on painful, but I didn't say a word. My eyes flickered to Bill, a surge of anger welling up in me. I was having a perfectly lovely vacation, and he had to come and spoil it.

"She certainly is a vision," the woman - Sophie-Ann - continued, her eyes raking up and down my form.

I suddenly felt very naked, wearing only the 'men's large' t-shirt.

"With all due respect, your majesty, you are well outside your jurisdiction," Eric spoke, using his most firm, political voice. "You have to claim here."

She cocked her head at Eric, challenging him with his eyes. "I am merely securing my interests. One of my subject's pets seems to have gone missing. I'm here to ensure her safe return."

My eyes widened, realizing that she meant me. "Pet? Bill, what the fuck?"

Sophie-Ann addressed me then, her eyes taking in her fill of me. "Believe me, it wasn't my first choice. After all, I sent him to procure you, not fall in love with you. But, this seems to have worked in my favor as well. You are his, and he is within his rights to take you back. Now, do we need to do this the hard way? I'd hate to spill any Viking blood over this beautiful rug."

My mind was overloaded with all the information she'd just given me, my anger only rising. Procure ... sent ... 'his'. My fury rose gradually with every second that passed. "I am not Bill's," I spat out venomously, glaring at the vampire in question. "And I'm not going anywhere with you."

Sophie-Ann only smiled. "I think you'll find you are, honey." She snapped her fingers dramatically, and a fresh set of vampires made their way into the house. There were three of them, all male, each looking more than capable of tearing Godric and Eric to shreds. One of them came to a stop beside Sophie-Ann, seemingly torn between glowering at me and protecting her. The other two - brothers by the looks of it - looked as though they were itching for a fight.

My anger was joined by fear, not liking the odds.

It was Eric who spoke next. "Bill Compton has no claim over Sookie, your majesty. He never bonded with her. Their relationship was built on a foundation of lies and deceit. She has, however, bonded with me. By blood, and by sex. Twice." I was sure he through the sex bit in there for Bill's benefit, and it worked. Bill was growling madly, but no one paid him any mind.

Sophie-Ann's eyes widened at this. "You dare defile my possessions?"

"You made no claim over her to me," Eric replied smoothly.

I stared up at him, wondering if he would have handed me over at her order. I quickly pushed the thought away, feeling his emotions through our bond. He was just as worried as I was. Perhaps he was just playing a part ... trying to stall her.

"No matter ... it's not a true bond if you've only had her twice," Sophie-Ann replied, flicking her hair lazily. "Hand her over, Viking, and no injury will come to you."

Eric didn't move; his feet, or his grip on my arm.

Sophie-Ann sighed. "Andre, retrieve my fairy for me."

I gasped at the knowledge that she knew what I was, and the sight of the larger man coming towards me.

Godric was on him in an instant, sending him flying across the room. He moved so fast, I hadn't even seen it. Andre was crumpled in a ball by the fireplace, slowly rising. "I am many years your senior," Godric reminded him, then set his eyes on the others. "I am older than all of you. Eric as well. You will not succeed in your mission. Leave, now."

Andre returned to Sophie-Ann's side, his showing as he snarled at Godric. One of the other vampires joined him, and the two began attacking Godric.

Bill made a move for Eric, the other vampire joining him, and then the three of them were battling.

I found myself missing the presence of Eric's hand on my arm, especially when Sophie-Ann began advancing on me.

"Such bravery," she commented, motioning to the two vampires who stood in my defense. "Foolish ... but touching all the same."

"Stay away from me," I warned, stepping back.

I could feel Eric trying to get back to me, but Bill and the other vampire kept him occupied. I saw with a flare of disgust that Bill wore silver knuckle-rings over leather gloves.

"This would be so much easier on you if you just came willingly," Sophie-Ann informed me. "I might even promise to spare your Viking Sheriff."

I hesitated at that, flooded with worry that Eric might not survive this battle. In a fair fight, he would tear Bill and other vampire to shreds ... but they were using silver. It wasn't a fair fight.

"What will it be, Sookie?" she asked, using my name as though we were old buddies.

I'd only managed to summon my power once on purpose, and that had been in the bathroom upstairs. Even then, I hadn't had full control. I had no idea if I could do it again, or even if the right 'light' would come out of me. I had to try, though ... I couldn't just stand by and let them win.

When Sophie-Ann placed her hand on my arm, my eyes filled with rage, and my body erupted in a hot, golden light. She pulled her hand away quickly, but it was my turn to advance on her now. I raised my hands, hoping I could keep up the flow of power that was rushing through me. "Get the hell out!" I yelled, and jolted my hands in her direction. A powerful beam of golden light shot towards her, hitting her in the chest and knocking her off her feet.

The others stopped in their movements, staring between myself and Sophie-Ann.

"My queen!" the one called Andre roared, breaking out of the fray and rushing to her side.

Without hesitation, I shouted for Godric and Eric to get down. They complied, and then I set my sights on the other three vampires. Bill had the presence of mind to duck, leaving the other two to get hit with straight blasts of rage-fueled light.

They screamed in unison, clutching at their chests as they fell to the ground.

The next thing I knew, Bill was in front of me, a soft, imploring look on his face. "Sookie, please," he spoke, in that deep, Southern voice. "I may have been sent by the queen, but I truly did fall in love with you. I only want to protect you. Come with me, please ... I will keep you safe."

I stared back into his eyes, amazed at his words.

"You think I need your protection?" I asked him scathingly, and then pressed my hand against his chest. Before he could retreat, I held the other against his back. He was trapped, my light burning into his body.

His hand came up to try and pull mine off of him, but the sight of his silver and gloves only stoked the fire within me.

"You fucking bastard!" I screamed, letting all the rage and hatred that I had accumulated towards him surface.

Behind us, Eric had relieved one of the fallen vampires of his head, while Godric staked the other. Andre stuck to the queen's side, his eyes flickering between the two older vampires.

"You used me, you manipulated me!" I screamed, feeling my body and the light getting hotter and hotter.

Bill tried desperately to escape, but my grip was unwavering, and the light weakened him. The clothing where I held him began to burn away, leaving my hands pressed against his flesh.

"You tried to claim me for your fucking queen - like I'm some fucking piece of property that you can just give away - and then you have the gall to come here, and say you're trying to protect me?" Hotter and hotter the light grew, and Bill was burning beneath my touch. "You're a lying asshole, Bill Compton. And I will never be yours!" His skin rippled and bubbled under my touch, and if I held on any longer, I had a feeling I'd be dealing with a pile of goop, similar to the ones by Eric and Godric. With tremendous effort, I pulled my hands away, allowing Bill to drop like a rock at my feet.

He was panting and whimpering, holding his chest in pain.

"Get out," I told him in a deadly quiet voice, my body still radiating with that deadly, golden energy.

Andre, who was least injured out of the vampires still present, picked Sophie-Ann up in his arms. If I'd been less angry, I might have been touched by his obvious concern for her. Without so much as a second look at Bill, he sped out of the house, carrying his queen with him.

Eric stepped forward, grabbing Bill by the collar and hoisting him off the ground. He whispered something to Bill that I couldn't hear, and then he literally threw the younger vampire out of the door.

The frame was splintered from their entrance, but Eric closed the door anyway, listening to be sure that the three uninvited guests had left for good.

I slowly began to calm down, the light fading away and returning to its home within my body. I nearly collapsed, but Eric was there to catch me. Hurting Bill and Sophie-Ann like that had taken a lot out of me.

I looked at Eric's face, noticing the cuts that were slowly healing. Bill's silver had done that to him. I frowned, bringing a weak hand up to brush over the singed skin. "Are you okay?"

Eric nodded mutely, holding me against his body and inhaling my scent.

I kissed him then, needing to feel some semblance of comfort after what had just happened. When I pulled away, I saw the bloodlust in his eyes. I knew that he would need to feed after the fight, and I couldn't stand the thought of him going off to feed off some unsuspecting stranger. Hazy from the energy loss, I pushed his head towards my neck, whispering, "Tell me if I still taste like strawberries."

Standing in the foyer, surrounded by decomposing vampire goop and a two-thousand-year old vampire still jazzed from his own fight, Eric softly pierced the skin of my neck with his fangs, drawing my sweet essence into his mouth.

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End of chapter fourteen.

To do a short recap of Sookie's abilities, I'll color-code what we have so far: White is protective light, Orange/Gold is defensive/offensive light, used during attacks, Pale Blue is brought on by arousal, and can increase arousal when used on others. There may be some more that we'll get to see, but for now that's it.

Well, what did you guys think of that one? Like it, hate it?

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Until next time ...!