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Chapter twenty-one
Sookie's POV
While everyone is busy rushing around the stage setting it all up, I make myself busy with sorting out the costumes. I have been assigned the job where I need to unpack all the brand new costumes for the dance squad, and then fold them neatly as well as section them off into sizes. The only problem is that they are all size eights bar one which is a size ten. That ten will be mine, no doubt. I'm supposed to be doing Theatre Production III right now, but due to the dance competition being only a couple of months away, the school has insisted that our class help out with the practice. So we are still kind of doing Theatre Production, but not to the extent we would have done beforehand. The rest of my class are either setting up the stage, cleaning the place up a bit, setting out chairs or are busy talking to the head of our dance squad.
What's happened is that the school is actually making us spend the next few weeks practising in front of students, and then we'll do it at a showcase where anyone can come and see us, and then they are hoping that by the time the actual inter-school competition approaches, we'll be ready and will know the routine off by heart. But at this rate I genuinely don't think that will be the case for most of my fellow squadrons, seeing as the majority of them focus on flirting, or having sex, with the football team rather than learning the routine. Every time we go to practice, all they do is make faces at the football team who have kindly come to watch us practice; the majority of them usually end up leaving early with one of the footballers.
The worst part about this is that I have actually only practiced with the team twice, and I have already picked up on all of this. That just goes to show they are all a bunch of stuck up sluts. You see, in this school we don't have cheerleaders; instead we have a group of dancers of all varieties that can perform at all events, no matter what the theme. When I used to be in the under sixeen squad, we used to perform at everything from introduction days, all the way up to football matches. Expect due to our ages we were only allowed to perform at the under sixteen's football matches. Now, on the other hand, we get to perform at the over sixteen football matches, so that includes everything from our school jocks, all the way up to college footballers.
When I was younger I used to love to be able to ogle all the footballers, but now I just couldn't care, I have Eric, why would I even need to look at another man? Eric is all the man I need, and that alone scares me in a way. Eric is just…he's ideal really. He's the ideal partner for me.
"Sookie, have you got those costumes sorted yet?" The head of the dance squad demands as she stands in front of me, her hip popped out and her hand resting on it dramatically; unfortunately Felicia is the head of our dance squad. In fact, the actual dance group is made up of everyone I hate practically, there may be like one person I actually get along with.
"I have unpacked them all, each pile is each person's uniform. I was about to put each pile into a separate bag with the dance member's name on," I explain, Felicia rolling her eyes at me as she shakes her head. She couches down in front of me, her fingers gently running over the material of the costumes before she spots the shoe boxes.
"Are they the trainers we ordered?" She snatches up the first box there which is like a size five shoe, I had to resist the urge to mutter 'no shit, Sherlock'. If I was to tell the truth, I find these costumes to be very tacky and horrible, no thought has gone into them and basically you can tell the sluts chose it for us to wear, it's that revealing.
I mean, come on, the costume is made up of a rainbow coloured ruffle tube top, a rainbow coloured bustle skirt that has a satin ribbon so we can tie it around our waists, different coloured spandex boy shorts and rainbow Nike trainers. We're basically going to be going on stage looking like peacocks, except with less feathers, in a manner of speaking. The boy shorts will no doubt barely cover our asses, meaning that all of our legs will be on complete show and so will all of our upper torsos bar our breasts. I detest this costume, but it's not like I get a say, I'm a nobody in their eyes.
"Right, listen to me, Stackhouse, there are fourteen girls in our dance group and there is two of each colour in the shorts department. It doesn't matter what colours you assign who, but you need to wear the red ones seeing as your fatter than the rest of us," She sneers at me before chucking the shoe box at me and disappearing, leaving me there frowning.
I know I shouldn't let her venomous words get to me, but I can't help how horrible I feel. I hate how I get judged by them just because I'm a size larger than they are. I'm happy with my curvy size ten body, I wouldn't wish my body away for anything, but sometimes people like her make me feel like nothing. They make me feel like dirt, and I hate that. I hate that they can get to me like that. I soon shake my head, scolding myself for being so ridiculous, as I get back to work, sorting out the costumes ready to shove in separate bags for each person, but I soon get distracted again when the door opens, all of us turning to watch Professor Northman and some woman walk inside. The woman is quite tall and she is dressed in a black pencil skirt and a low cut purple blouse that she has tucked into her skirt. She is even wearing what I would estimate to be five, maybe six, inch black heels. Ridiculous.
But my gaze soon falls on Eric who is stood there looking very smart, sexy, sleek and very proud. He reminds me of a peacock, funnily enough. However, I think he would make a better peacock than the dance squad would, maybe Eric will tell them to change these costumes. He's dressed in a smart black suit; he is even wearing a dark blue tie over his crisp white shirt. The blazer is open, giving this casual impression to those who look at him, his hair has been pulled back into a braid. I do love how long Eric's hair is, I just love running my fingers through it. His gaze soon falls on mine where he smiles, I smile back. The second Eric turns his gaze away from me; I look back at the woman with him. She looks to be about twenty-four, maybe twenty-five, she has long wavy dirty blonde hair and she also has hazel eyes. She is very beautiful and she has an amazing figure.
I couldn't help but feel jealous at her, especially when she lays her hand on Eric's arm, him grinning at her as he rests his hand on her back and leads her to the front of the room where our teacher is. I know she means nothing to him, but I still can't help but hate her.
"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to our guest, Ms Mason, she will be observing your lesson and the rest of the school. This is the lovely young lady who will be writing our school report," Eric announces, a couple of boys wolf whistling, making Eric shout at them for being inappropriate, Ms Mason assuring Eric that she doesn't mind. She seems far too laid back to be a school inspector.
I try to ignore the suggestive looks Ms Mason keeps shooting towards Eric, so to help keep me distracted I get back to work on organising the bags to hand out to each member of the dance squad. Seeing as all the girls are size eights bar me, it was easy enough to sort out the outfits and shove them in a bag with a girl's name on, the hard part was assigning the correct shoe size to each girl. Some of the girls in the dance team have small feet that are size four, and then others have larger feet. I think the largest shoe size is a size seven. I'm not quite sure who that is, but the information will be on the piece of paper Felicia gave me at the beginning.
"You see, we have a dance show coming up soon, so we have allowed the Theatre Production class here to help with setting things up, it will give them experience as well as an idea of what it is like to work under a time limit. As you can see each student has taken a job upon themselves, this young lady here is Sookie," Eric introduces me to Ms Mason, I give him a curious look as I stand up, the young woman offering me her hand. I grudgingly take it and shake it twice, plastering a fake smile on my face. I really dislike this woman, which I know is unfair seeing as I do not personally know her, but just having her near Eric infuriates me for some reason.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sookie, I see you are organising the costumes," Ms Mason notes thoughtfully as she picks up one of the bags, her hand routing through the bag, pushing things around so she can see what is held in there. That only makes me even more furious, they were all neatly folded and now she has messed them all up. I release a deep breath that I didn't even realise I was holding.
"They are very bright colours, I assume the dance squad will be dancing to a very joyful song then?" She looks at Eric questioningly.
"Sookie here is actually a part of the dance team; would you like to share the song choice the team have made?" Eric probes.
"We're dancing to Rock DJ by Robbie Williams. We have organised for a young man to join us in the dance as he is required, after dancing to that we will be making a swift change to who's that chick by David Guetta and Rihanna," I explain, the woman nodding thoughtfully. I bet she isn't even listening to a word I am saying, she is just stood there gawking at Eric, she is practically stripping him with her eyes.
I lower my walls down slowly, I know I am being rude here, but I really want to know what she is thinking, but what I do hear – or should I say see – makes me slam my walls straight back up again. I just received some very graphic images of her and Eric in bed… I bite my lip. She was recalling a memory there, she wasn't thinking that up, that was actually one of her memories…Eric has slept with this woman at some point, but I can't go ballistic at him for it. He probably slept with her before he even knew I existed, from what I could work out I would say that memory was from around about a year ago, so well before Eric and I ever met.
"Are you the head of this dance team then?" She probes, making me shake my head.
"No, the team leader is Felicia who is stood over there," I point the biggest slut ever out to this woman who nods before walking off.
"Are you enjoying your birthday?" Eric smiles, I couldn't help but smile back at him. He always makes me smile; just him being near me makes me feel giddy and happy.
"Yeah, my friends have given me some lovely presents, and today has been a pretty easy day lesson wise," I inform him. I can tell Eric wants to hug me, but due to us being in public like this he can't.
"So I can see; which one gave you that bracelet?" Did I just detect a hint of jealousy then?
"Sam did," He frowns at that. I can see he doesn't enjoy the thought of other men giving me jewellery, but what he doesn't realise is that Sam is my best friend, my brother in some ways, we've known each other since we were little. Nothing will ever happen between Sam and me, especially not while I'm dating Eric.
"What do you think to Ms Mason?"
"I don't think my response to that is appropriate." I deadpan, leaving no room for argument as the devil herself calls Eric over to her. He sighs before walking away, leaving me there to stare after him, but I do not make it obvious as I sit down on the floor, going back to organising all of the costumes again. I soon receive a text.
Eric's POV
The second Sookie made that comment towards Marilyn I knew she had delved into her thoughts, and knowing Marilyn our last sex session from last year would have been on her mind at the time. I hate having Sookie subjected to my past affairs, but I guess there is no hiding the truth. Sookie was very aware beforehand that I have a very colourful past with women, I just hope this new revelation of one of the women I have fucked does not become between us. I am dying to get this inspection over and done with, I cannot wait to get to spend some time with Sookie, I want to celebrate her birthday with her. It is a very special birthday for her. She is legal in some ways, but we do still risk a lot by us being together, but why should we let some idiotic laws get in the way of what is obviously meant to happen?
I am not usually a big believer in fate, but when a pretty young blonde turns up out of nowhere and I find myself instantly enthralled with her, well, it makes you wonder. Only time can tell though, I am sure. So for now we just need to keep our relationship under our hats. After Sookie and I have interacted closely in an intimate manor, I tend to spray her with a special spray which eliminates my smell from her, making my scent on her invisible to other Supes. This morning, however, when I kissed her I knew I did not need to spray her; she was no doubt going to have a shower that morning before going anywhere anyway. The only time I cannot help but be curious about whether another Supe smelt me on her or not, is after our little close up in the dance studio.
I can only hope no Supes were around when she ran away, that or she doused herself in some deodorant, which can hide the majority of my scent from her. Not all of it, but most of it luckily.
"I must admit I am very impressed with your school, Eric," Marilyn drawls out in her sultry voice, I smile politely at her as we walk down the corridor towards my tutor room.
"I am glad you appreciate the effort and high standards we are presenting, we aim to achieve here. After all, achievement is key to the future," I mutter some useless educational fact just as Pam appears in front of us, she is still dressed in her school uniform, but she has tidied herself up a bit for today, which I am very thankful for considering Pamela usually dresses like something you would expect to see in a strip club.
"Mr Northman, I do not mean to intrude but I was curious as to whether you have seen Mr Compton anywhere? I wish to discuss a grade of mine with him," She smiles sweetly, that is code for she has not seen him anywhere and she is beginning to worry based on the fact she is aware he is after Sookie. I still worry about that myself, even with the deal Compton and I made. The deal was he could stay here in my area and carry on with his job here at the school; in return he would drop his mission and become part of my regime. I would train him to become a better warrior, I offered him the chance to work under my wing and maybe one day take over my role as Sheriff if I were to ever move on to greater things, that is, if Pam did not want it. Would he risk such a deal like that for a woman who will no doubt reward him terribly? I am offering money and power, as well as for him to stay within his home, even Compton is not stupid enough to give up all of that surely.
"I am unaware of his current location, please do find him for me and let him know I require a meeting with him. Try down in the History rooms, you are excused from registration so that you can find him," I assure her, Pam nodding before she shoots off in the opposite direction to us. I really do hope she hunts down Bill, I do not feel comfortable not knowing where he is, it also does not help that he will not answer his phone; I have tried him several times throughout today. It is very alarming, not because I care for his safety, but because I care for Sookie's and I know what his original plan was. I cannot risk letting him ruin Sookie's birthday, or harming Sookie.
"So, when are we going to get down to business?" Marilyn practically purrs at me.
"What kind of business is that, Ms Mason? Do I need to sign some paperwork?" I cock an eyebrow at her as we come to a stop just in front of my tutor room. She smirks at me.
"You know what kind of business I'm talking about," She comes up close to me, but I soon step away as I open the door to my tutor room and slide inside, I do not wish to make a scene out in the open there, I will take her down to my office and glamour her, although I do not believe I will be glamouring her into thinking we had sex. I know how bad that turned out the last time I did that…
"We were wondering where you had got to, Sir," Alcide yells out, I frown at him. I do not like this Were, especially after the whole him and Sookie thing. He treated her very poorly.
In fact, Sookie informed me that Alcide grabbed her inappropriately, he hurt her and I do not approve of that. Luckily he did not leave bruises, but if he had he would not be walking right now.
"I am here now, no need to worry," I fake a smile as I pull up a chair beside my desk for Marilyn to sit down on, once she is seated I sit down behind my desk, my eyes scanning the room. Everyone is here bar Pam, but I have given her permission to be absent. I look over at Sookie who looks back at me; she still has not answered my text. I sent her a message asking her what was wrong, even though I already know deep down. She never replied. She smiles at me softly, that smile assuring me everything is okay. I sigh in relief.
The rest of the school day goes quickly after that and I soon find myself sat in my office, Marilyn sat on my desk as she licks her lips, her gaze taking all of me in, her hand is playing with the button on her already low cut blouse. I smirk at her, trying to play along with this. I have still not decided how I am going to glamour her; I do not want to make her believe we had sex, especially if she happens to run into Sookie later on, on her way out. I think I may glamour her into forgetting about the fact we usually have sex, I will make that factor disappear but I will ensure she still gives us a spectacular review. Seems very reasonable and smart, in my opinion. With that thought in mind I catch her eyes with mine where I quickly glamour her before releasing her from my hold where she blinks a few times.
"W-what was I saying?" She looks at me confused.
"You were telling me about what you were going to write on our review; you said we had passed all of the sections you were testing us on,"
"Ah, that's right, this is an outstanding school and I will make sure it receives a brilliant review," She smiles at me before standing up, smoothing her skirt out before she outstretches her hand to me, I grasp her hand in a firm grip where I shake it twice before I lead her out of my office and out of the school grounds to her car. The second she has driven away I release a large sigh in relief.
"I see it went well," I hear a soft voice from behind me, I spin around to find Sookie stood there; I grin as I walk towards her. We are no longer on school site, so no one can see us luckily. I pull her into my arms while I lean down and kiss her gently, Sookie sighing happing against my lips as she wraps her arms around my neck. She is dressed in just general clothing, you know, jeans and a shirt. But not just any jeans, she is wearing black skinny jeans and then for her upper body she has on a black tank top, but on top of that top she on a red lacy top. She looks very beautiful.
"It went very well, but I am glad it is over, I can now concentrate on you, Lover," I kiss her again, pulling her closer, Sookie grinning against my mouth.
Just then I remember I have a delivery I need to sign for, in fact, it is due to arrive any minute.
"Lover, I need to go and do something very quickly, but why don't you go back to your room and get dressed up in something fancy, I have something very special planned for us. I will meet you back here in twenty minutes, and pack an overnight bag," I murmur to her, Sookie nodding as she bites her lower lip nervously. I kiss her again before shooting off back towards my office.
Sookie's POV
I wasn't sure what to pack in my overnight bag; I didn't know if I needed pyjamas or what. I just feel so giddy and excited, I mean, God, I may be spending the night with Eric and to be honest I have been thinking about this scenario all day. I have been thinking about this a lot; I've been considering the idea of giving Eric my virginity tonight. So what I have done is packed in a nighty, just in case, my make-up bag, make-up wipes, hairbrush, bobbles, my strawberry shower gel, my toothbrush and toothpaste and I've also packed my school uniform and a change of clothes just in case. I have pulled on that beautiful blue dress Pam gave me as well as the heels she gave me, and, believe it or not, the outfit actually matches the earrings Amelia gave me so I'm wearing those as well.
The dress is a gorgeous floor length blue dress that features asymmetrical ruching on the bodice, it has a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps as well. There is also a sparkling rhinestone adorning the neckline and the waist for contrast, and the dress also has a sexy front slit on the skirt. I feel very alluring wearing it, and to be honest it fits my figure perfectly, it really helps to emphasise my curves in the best way possible. It's perfect. I stand there, outside of the school grounds, waiting for Eric. I'm not sure where he is, but I'm hoping he will get here soon. Almost as if he could feel my anxiousness, he pulls up in front of me in his car. If I'm right, he is driving a red Corvette ZR1. He gets out of the car where he takes my bag from me, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before he heads round to place my bag in the boot.
He soon comes back to me where he opens the door for me, I climb into his car where he shuts the door before heading round and climbing back into the driver's side.
"You look breath taking, Sookie," Eric pushes a few stray strands of my hair behind my ear. I blush.
"Thank you, you look pretty amazing yourself," I smile at him nervously. He has changed out of the upper part of his suit, but has kept the black tailored trousers, but on top he is wearing a dark blue button up shirt that he has tucked into his trousers, the first couple of buttons on his shirt are undone. He looks very casual, but very sexy and fancy at the same time. What am I saying? This man would look great if he was wearing a black bag.
He starts the car up before taking off down the street.
"I love your car; by the way, what is it, a Corvette ZR1?" Eric looks at me with an expression that I can only describe as impressed. It would seem he appreciates my knowledge for cars.
"It is, yes, it is the new 2012 version, I have only just upgraded to it, I am now currently waiting for the 2013 version to come out," He informs me, making me grin.
"My dad always wanted a Corvette; he could never afford it though,"
"Why is that?" Eric raises an eyebrow curiously.
"He has had to pay for both mine and my brother's education, Jason, my brother, is in college right now. His course still has another year or so left on it, and then I'll be going to college and the process happens all over again. My dad has to work all hours to be able to pay for me to go to this school and for Jason to go to his dream college," I look at Eric to see him deep in thought. I have obviously said something that has made him stop and think. But I don't have a clue what he couldn't possibly be thinking about, and to be honest I love that. I love that I don't know what he's thinking. It's bliss.
"I am sorry to hear that, but if you're father is struggling please do tell him to phone the school and ask for me, I am sure I can work something out for him," I find it really sweet that Eric would do that for my dad, God knows it would make life easier on all of my family.
"Thank you," I whisper, Eric grinning at me. "So, where are we going?"
"Dancing, I know how much you love dancing and I thought you may enjoy some couple dancing, you and me," he grins over at me. "An old acquaintance of mine runs a dance club not too far from here, I thought we could go there and have some fun. Are you hungry?" He looks at me as though that thought has only just come into mind.
"No, I'm not, I've already had my dinner," I assure him, Eric nodding uncertainly. It is good to see that he remembered my human side and that I do need to eat, that just shows me that he is truly thinking about me. I smile at that thought.
"Are you a great dancer?" I probe, Eric looking over at me with a glint in his eye, a huge cat got the cream grin on his face. I think I can guess this answer before he even tells me.
"I have a few moves, don't you worry about that," He gently grasps my hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze before he pulls my hand up to his lips where he kisses the back of my hand. I blush. Soon enough we are pulling into a car park, music is blasting out of the building in front of us. Eric helps me out of the car before he locks it up. He pulls me under his arm where I cuddle into his side, he eagerly guides me inside of the club where lights are flashing everywhere, the music is blaring out and people are bouncing around the dance floor as though there is no tomorrow. I giggle.
"Do not worry, this side of the club is for those rowdy college students, we are heading to the romantic side of the club," Eric kisses my cheek as he guides me through the crowds and into a large hall where the lights are dimmed, setting a romantic scene, and there are candles lit up all around the room. In the background there is the soft music of love songs playing, there is a bar area off to the side and on the dance floor there are loads of couples who are all cuddled up together as they sway along to the music. I smile at Eric in approval as he takes me over to a partially private booth.
"What drink would you like, Lover? You can have anything your heart desires,"
"I'll just have a lemonade, thank you," I watch as he rushes off to the bar to get my drink. I can't help but wonder what he will be drinking, I mean, he can't drink normal human drinks, can he?
Eris soon returns with my lemonade in hand, I take a quick long gulp of the drink, Eric sitting down opposite me where he grasps my spare hand in both of his. His hands practically engulf mine.
"Tell me, Sookie, have you enjoyed your birthday so far?"
"I have, it's been amazing. There have been a few problems, but nothing I can't handle. This is definitely one of my better birthdays, and I hope it will get even better," I wink at him, Eric smirking.
"I am sure it will," He brings my hand up to his mouth where he kisses the back of my hand softly. Eric has no idea what I have been contemplating.
I stand up where I pull Eric onto the dance floor with me, I wrap my arms around his neck, his arms going around my waist where I rest my head on his chest as we sway and move gracefully along the dance floor. He kisses the top of my head. To say Eric is such a tall man, he moves very gracefully when dancing, most tall men tend to wobble and have two left feet, but not Eric.
"Where did you learn to dance like this?" I whisper, my eyes drifting closed as I enjoy the moment. I love having Eric's arms wrapped tightly around me.
"I have been alive for a very long time, Sookie; you tend to pick things up such as this. Back in my time we used to always dance at celebrations, the most joyful dancing was always when we returned from battle," He murmurs, making me look up at him curiously.
"How old are you?" He smiles slowly at me then.
"Old enough," He informs me mysteriously. I think I will have to do some research; he must be very old in Vampire years for him to be so knowledgeable and talented such as this.
"You know, I would like to get to know more about you, that is kind of what boyfriends and girlfriends do," I remind him, Eric sighing as he nods, holding me closer to him.
"I will tell you everything you wish to know in time, Sookie," He assures me, his long fingers sliding through the loose curls of my blonde hair. I nod. I take my chance then to look around the room where I can see that no one is paying attention to us or to any other couples in the room; in fact, I have never been to a dance where people haven't interacted in one way or another.
I slowly lower my shields, allowing myself to count the heads in the room, see what everyone is thinking. I mean, surely they would have an opinion on Eric and I dancing together considering the age difference, but no one is thinking about us at all. When I look closer into their minds I instantly spot that twelve people in the room are Vampires, three of them could possibly be a Supe of some kind and the rest are…I don't know what they are. They're minds are open and easy to read from, but they have this different wave length exerting off of them, it kind of reminds me of Amelia. I look up at Eric. He smiles down at me innocently. I frown. He knows I have clicked on, I can see it in his eyes. I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Eric…" I trail off, trying to trigger him on to answering my unasked question, he sighs lightly before spinning me on the spot before he pulls me back to him, his lips pressing to mine before he pulls back, his gaze holding mine.
"Come sit down," He rests his hand on my lower back, guiding me over to the booth we were at before, once we are both sat down he leans forward, resting his forearms on the table.
"This club is designed specifically for Supernaturals, it is to help us mingle and become more…accustomed to each other. You see, most Supes do not get on very well, Vampires and Werewolves for one. This club helps to try and encourage civilised conversation and interaction with each other, whilst the members enjoy themselves. Most Supes tend to stick to their own kind, the Were's have their own bar they usually go to, the witches have a den they go to and I will be opening a Vampire bar soon," He explains, my eyes drifting over the crowd again, this time I feel as though they are all looking at me, even though their eyes are nowhere near me.
"Do they let humans in here?"
"Only if they are accompanied by a Supe, otherwise humans are band,"
"But how do they stop humans from coming in on their own? Do they prevent them from coming inside, telling them they aren't welcome?"
"No, only Supes are aware of this club and we are sworn to keep this place quiet from any humans, those humans who do come to this club must be glamoured, or told this is a membership only club. By improvising and telling the humans you need a membership to join, they will feel less suspicious,"
"But what if they asked about the membership?"
"They supply them with a membership card and a monthly fee, they pocket the money and send the humans to a different club, to which they tell them is part of their company,"
"Oh, so they try to make it out like this other club is a branch off of their own,"
"Yes," Eric verifies with a nod. I do find it very strange how their world works.
"Why do some Supes not get along very well?"
"That is a very long story, Sookie," Eric informs me, making me sigh. It seems anything and everything to do with this Supe world is a long story, every time I ask Eric questions, he just tells me that its either a long story, or he will reveal all in time. I sometimes wonder if he even plans on telling me. I have all these question, all this curiosity, but I have no answers or information. He can't expect me to be safe in this new Supe world if he doesn't provide me with the data I require. It's not like he can protect me all the time. He has already expressed to me that once the Vampires are out in the open, he will no longer take that potion, meaning he will be dead to the world all day and will only be alive at night.
"I will tell you everything you wish to know, Sookie, just not here. I would rather us discuss this in privacy, just you and I," He murmurs, his hand taking hold of mine.
"Eric, do none of these people object to our relationship?"
"No, they do not care too much. Vampires are known to dabble around in a variety of people who are of a variety of ages; we do not tend to stick to certain ages or people,"
"So none of these people care that you're dating a seventeen year old girl?"
"Nope. We follow different rules, there are the human laws, and then there are our laws. Our Laws do not prevent us from holding any romantic or sexual interest in young women such as yourself, in fact, my two protégés were both around your age when I turned them,"
"You're a Maker?"
"Yes, I am," Eric smiles very proudly at me.
"Do you still see and talk to them?"
"I talk to one of them on a regular basis, in fact, she returned to America in order to help me run my Vampire bar when I open it. She is working very closely with me; I can trust her with anything,"
"What about your other one?"
"I do not see her that often, the last time I saw her was around one hundred and fifty years ago, once a Maker releases his Child, they can go and do what they wish, they no longer need to interact with the person who turned them. The Child who has come back to help me came back of her own free will, she wanted to assist me in my plans," He explains, I nod, still trying to get my head around all of this.
I do find this all very confusing. The Vampire world seems very odd indeed, I don't know how I should react to it, it all sounds very complicated. God knows how Eric keeps up with it all.
"Will I ever get to meet your protégés?"
"You will get to meet at least one of them," I couldn't help but get the feeling as though I have already met her; that thought alone scares me in some ways.
"Do you have favourites?"
"You know, I have never been asked that before. Some Maker's do tend to favour one Child over the other, depending on how many they have, but I like to think I treat them both with the same common courtesy. If either of them require my assistance, I will offer it, but if we were to base this on trust, I must admit I do prefer the one who is helping me. I find her more trustworthy than the other, but then again, she has shown the most potential and has proved herself to me,"
"It's weird hearing you refer to them as your Children," I note thoughtfully, Eric grinning at me.
"You do not know the half of it," He mutters quietly. I can't help but wonder if I even want to hear the other half, I think I may just take what I can get and run with it.
"So, why did I need an overnight bag?"
"We're staying at a hotel tonight," He tells me, I smile at him as I blush lightly.
"Eric…"
"Sookie, we do not have to do anything you are not comfortable with, I just thought that if we were to do what we have been doing, it may seem more intimate in a hotel room with a bed rather than in my office," He points out, making me nod as I lick my lips nervously.
"What if I was to say I wanted us to…you know. Go all the way,"
That caused a reaction as Eric's eyebrows shoot into his hairline; he definitely was not expecting that, that much I can tell. But I can't make my mind up if he is pleasantly surprised or not.
"Is that what you really want? Like I have said, Sookie, I want us to move at a pace in which you are comfortable with; I am very patient, Lover. We do not have to do this,"
"I know; I want to. Just…take it slow with me. First time and all," I blush a deep red, Eric smiling softly at me as he squeezes my hand reassuringly.
"Lover, we will go as slow as you want us to go, I will care for you and I will be gentle, I promise," He leans over and kisses me softly, sending me all the reassurance I need through that one gesture.
"C-can we go now?" I stutter, my nerves getting the better of my speech. Eric climbs out of the booth where he helps me up, him holding me close in his arms where he kisses me again and again. He truly is a really sweet man, I wonder if he even realises it.
"Let's go, Lover," He leads me out of the club and back to his car. This is it. Oh my God, this is it. I'm giving up my virginity and I feel so nervous, but so happy, about it. I take a deep calming breath. Eric won't hurt me, I know he won't and he has already promised to take it slow and be gentle with me. I just hope I'm not too much of a disappointment.
Eric's POV
I can see that my Lover is nervous, I can see her shaking lightly with her worries and fears, but what she is blissfully unaware of is that I, too, am nervous. I do not like to admit that, but it is the truth.
"The reservation is under Northman," I tell the male receptionist, he gives Sookie and me an odd look but does not say anything as he snatches up the key card to our room that he activates before passing it to me. He is a Vampire himself, so he will assume Sookie is one of my fuck and feeds, but he would be sorely mistaken. She is my partner.
"Room 126," He grumbles.
"Can you just wait for me by the elevator?" I probe Sookie who stares at me suspiciously before nodding and walking away, leaving me to deal with this young man.
"Do you have a problem with my company?" I challenge him; he instantly picks up on my authority making him shake his head. He is still but a baby Vamp.
"No, of course not. I just find it odd seeing a man such as yourself with a young girl,"
"She is not a young girl, she is a young woman and many of us interact with the younger ones. Tell me, is your name Frank Dennis?" I guess, the man's eyes widening. "Oh, I know all about you, Frank. You are very well known in my area as being the man who takes fifteen year old girls to his bed, you have lived in my area for over ten years now, you need to learn to respect the man who could destroy you with a flick of his wrist," I growl at him lowly.
"I apologise, Sheriff," He bows his head.
"I should think so," With that I turn on my heels where I head over to Sookie, she smiles at me nervously. I kiss her cheek. I take her hand in mine before we step into the elevator and ride it up to our floor; once the doors have opened we walk to our room where she swipes the card, the door unlocking instantly. I grin. I did leave a small message with the team here, I asked them to set up a little scene for me, one that conveys romance, I hope. When we walk inside Sookie gasps, her eyes scanning the room thoughtfully.
This particular room is one of their better rooms, it is large in size and has a king sized bed in it, the bed's headboard is pressed up against the wall which has been painted black, the rest of the walls are painted red. On the bed there are two pillows on each side and the covers and pillow cases are made out of a lovely satin material. The pillows are red and the duvet is black. To the side there is a door that leads into the bathroom where there is no doubt a large bath, toilet and sink as per my request. Across from the bed there is a flat screen television fastened onto the wall, the remote is sat on the desk under the TV. There are two beside tables, one on each side of the bed, and a wardrobe that has been placed in the corner out of the way. To complete the scene there are red and black rose petals spread along the bed, on the bedside table there is a bucket of ice with a champagne bottle sat in it with two glasses sat beside the bucket. Although I do not know if that champagne will be drunk.
I easily manage to dull the lights before going around and lighting up a few candles. I turn around to look at Sookie's stunned face; I think I have done well in impressing her.
"Oh, Eric, this place is…is that a teddy bear?" She looks over at the chair that is pushed up to the desk, there is a large golden furred teddy bear sat there, I bought that for her.
"It is for you," I tell her, Sookie smiling at me as she comes over to me and kisses me deeply, her fingers running through my hair as her lips turn against mine.
"This is perfect, Eric," She whispers happily, my lips trailing gentle kisses down her neck.
"I'm glad you like it," I murmur, Sookie taking a step back from me, I can see her nerves are taking over her as she bites on her lower lip, her body shaking lightly as she pulls down the zip on the side of her dress.
The second the dress falls to the floor my eyes widen. She is wearing a padded strapless bra that has red lace covering it; she is also wearing red lacy panties. She looks irresistible. Once she has caught my reaction she grins as she steps out of the bundle, kicking the dress off to the side, leaving her heels on, before she walks back to me, her hands taking mine where she rests them on her hips.
"Do you like?" She breathes in that sultry voice of hers, all I can do is nod; I am not sure what I can say in regards to this. She looks stunning, beautiful, breath taking. She soon puts her hands to work by undoing my shirt and trousers, easily stripping me until I am in nothing more than my boxers. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms around my neck, where I carry her over to the bed and lay her down, my lips attacking hers.
"Eric," She breathes, her lips moving to kiss along my neck before she grazes her teeth over my earlobe, making me moan as my fangs slide down into place. They ache.
"Yes, Lover?" I press my lips to hers softly.
"I'm ready for this," She brushes my hair off of my face, her eyes holding mine steadily.
"Are you positive?"
"Yes," She nods. I smile before kissing her softly again, allowing her to melt into my kiss before I even begin to explore her body with my hands. I know we have explored each other's bodies many times, but every time we do this it feels like I have never seen or felt this body before. I easily slide my hand behind her back where I unhook her bra, my hand grabbing it and throwing it to the floor before I kiss over each of her nipples, the small buds becoming hard under my light kiss. She releases a pleasured sigh.
I take her right nipple between my teeth where I gently tug it, Sookie's breath hitching in her throat while my hand plays with the elastic on her panties. I am giving her plenty of time to tell me to stop, to tell me she has changed her mind. I do not want to rush her, nor do I want her to regret anything.
"Lover, you can tell me to stop at any point, I will not be mad, I will not hold it against you, I just want you to enjoy yourself but if you do not feel comfortable, tell me," I murmur to her, Sookie nodding as she lifts her hips, signalling for me to carry on. I nod with her wishes as I pull her panties down her tanned, toned legs and over her heels. She knows I have a fetish for them; I do enjoy seeing them on her feet. Once they are gone I kiss Sookie's left ankle before trailing my kisses up her leg towards her centre before I go back and repeat the process on her right leg.
"Would you like me to try and warm you up first, Lover?" Like I have said, I am unsure of how to approach this virginity thing correctly; I want this to be perfect for her with as little pain as possible.
"No, no teasing, no foreplay, just you, please," Sookie begs, her hands pushing my boxers down passed my hips where I quickly discard them before kissing Sookie again, allowing my body to press against hers, my erect cock pressing against her wet, swollen pussy. I want her to get used to the feel and idea of my cock near her womanhood first, like I said, there is no rush. We have all night. I plan on drinking that potion before I am due to become dead to the world, that way I will wake up in the morning like a human, and Sookie will wake up in my arms, I need to her to know that she is not alone and that even after this, I will still carry on to remain with her. She is not one of my fuck and feeds.
"I've never heard of this hotel…" Sookie trails off, this sudden change in subject telling me that her nerves have finally kicked in.
"You wouldn't have, it is a private hotel, one designed specifically for Vampires, it has been a secret hotel for many years now,"
"So no humans or other Supes stay here?"
"Not unless they come with a Vampire, no. It is all for safety reasons,"
"But who cares for the hotel during the daytime?"
"Those who are trusted will care for it, if I am to be correct, I believe they have some other Supes who care for the hotel, these Supes are Vampire friendly, of course," I assure her, Sookie nodding as she thinks about that.
I watch as she takes a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm ready," She whispers, my eyes meeting hers so I can make sure what she is telling me is true, if I even spot an ounce of doubt I will not go through with this. I cannot do this if it means my Lover will regret it and hate it for the rest of her life. But luckily I find nothing but want, nothing but need, in her eyes. I smile before leaning down and kissing her again as I line myself up with her opening. I know what comes next. I push into her carefully, only entering her one inch at a time, allowing her womanhood to adjust to my size. The second I reach a barrier I know what it is. Her hymen.
"Lover, this is going to hurt and I apologise for that," I give her warning, Sookie biting on her lower lip as she grips my shoulders forcefully, obviously preparing herself. With that I push passed the barrier, gently tearing her hymen, Sookie gasping as tears instantly well in her eyes. I hate seeing her in pain, but if I stop now it will only hurt her more. I carry on pushing into her until, to my surprise, I am filling her to the brim. My cock fits perfectly into her pussy. I stand still inside of her, allowing her to adjust until she moves her hips lightly, blatantly testing the water and her pain fresh hold.
"I can feel you here," She rests her hand on her abdomen, right where I would estimate her cervix to be; maybe I am too deep into her. I slowly pull out a little bit, Sookie gritting her teeth. I kiss her.
"I'm sorry," I murmur, Sookie shaking her head at me.
"It's okay, please carry on," She pleads, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back demandingly. I do as asked and begin to slowly thrust into her. I monitor her facial expression closely as I move in and out of her, making sure that I am not hurting her too much, but I soon find that painful expression she was sporting changing into one of pleasure as her moans and groans increase, her hips starting to move against mine. I grin through a sigh of relief. I go back to kissing Sookie, her whimpers being caught in my mouth as our tongues mingle, my thrusts increasing. I am keeping my thrusts measured and in a rhythm so that Sookie can keep up, I will save my random thrusting at inhuman speeds for when she is more used to sex. Like I have mentioned many times before, I do not want to rush her.
When I push all the way into her again, Sookie arches her back, making me hiss a few curse words in my home language. I swore to myself I would not go that deep into her, I need to be careful.
"You're so big, it feels so good," Sookie moans, her arms holding me closer as I begin to speed up my thrusting a little bit at a time until I am pumping her fast, but still gently. She soon picks up on my faster rhythm, her hips starting to meet mine thrust for thrust until she is arching her back, crying out my name as she releases her womanly juices. I thrust a few more times into her before following soon after her, her name the last thing on my lips. I collapse down beside her, my arms gathering her limp body to me where I kiss her deeply.
"That was…it felt…"
"Yes?" I coax her, feeling desperate to hear her verdict.
"It felt amazing, it hurt a lot at first, but as you started moving I found that the pain soon turned to pleasure, after that it just felt…out of this world," She puts it mildly, making me chuckle as I hold her closer, feeling glad that she enjoyed herself.
"Have I made your first time memorable?"
"Oh, yes, definitely. I could never forget this, it's been…just wonderful. You've made it perfect," She cuddles into me, her head resting on my chest while my fingers run through the strands of her damp hair.
"Was it what you imagined?"
"It was so much better. Eric, you have made me feel special, you have treated me as though I'm a princess and have made me feel like I'm the only girl in the world, even if that does sound clichéd. You make me feel so many things, but I just can't place any of them, but what I do know is that you have been brilliant, and that I trust you to take care of me, to carry on making me feel like this. Thank you," She kisses my chest softly. I contemplate everything she has said, my arms never loosening their hold on her until she announces she needs to go the bathroom.
"You may be sore for a few days, Lover, there will be no more sexual activities until that soreness has gone," I tell her as she sits up, a small groan leaving her lips.
"Sore isn't the correct definition for what I'm feeling," She mutters as she rubs her lower abdomen, near where her womanhood is. I smile at her apologetically.
"I'm sorry I hurt you, Lover,"
"It's fine, you didn't mean to, I knew it was going to hurt, I'm not stupid. I've been spending all day preparing myself for it; to be honest it wasn't quite as painful as I thought it was going to be. It's just the aftermath that hurts more than I expected," She laughs lightly, filling me with joy. I love that she can still find the humour in this.
"Here let me carry you," I get out of the bed, Sookie moving to the edge of the bed, her eyes widening when she looks down at her thighs before looking at my cock.
"There's blood, Eric!" She yells in panic, I lean over and kiss her reassuringly.
"It is okay, Lover, it is just from your hymen, they do sometimes bleed when broken, it is nothing to worry about. Come on, we can get cleaned up and then go to bed, you need to rest, allow your body to cure the soreness," I murmur before picking her up into my arms where I carry her to the bathroom, placing her down in front of the door. She thanks me before disappearing into the bathroom. While she is in there I pull all the covers back so that we can climb under the covers, Sookie needs to remain warm, the warmth will help to soothe the soreness she is feeling at the moment. The door soon opens and Sookie emerges where she waddles over to the bed and climbs in with a small groan, she has already cleaned herself up.
I quickly go into the bathroom where I clean myself up before grabbing a clean cloth that I run under the warm water before squeezing out the access water. With that I return to the bedroom area where Sookie is laid on her back, I rest the cloth over her lower abdomen and her womanhood.
"That should help," I tell her before leaning down and kissing her softly, Sookie humming happily.
"Thank you," She smiles at me, I smile back at her, something clicking inside of me. I don't know what these things are that are happening inside of me, but I get the feeling they are due to Sookie, and I find myself not wanting them to go. That thought is very alarming indeed.
AN: Whoa, so, that was a very long chapter for you all and I hope you all enjoyed it! :D xx