Dead and Dating

Disclaimer: I don't own the Southern Vampires. Sole copyright belongs to Charlaine Harris. I'm poor, please don't sue.

Rating: M

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Eric and I were spinning around in a huge ballroom. We were the only people on the floor. Everyone was staring at us. The music was a beautiful waltz. Eric looked handsome in his black tux with black shirt and tie. I was wearing a lovely black ball gown. My hair was swept up in an elaborate up-do. We were twirling and dancing like no one else existed. Eric's head tilted down and his cool lips pressed against mine. I pulled back a little bit.

"This is perfect Eric. I love you."

"I lo-" Eric's eyes bulged in his head then he crumpled to the floor. It was then that I saw the stake sticking out of his back.

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed like a banshee. I threw myself on the floor next to him. I felt hands pulling me back. Someone was shaking me.

"Sookie, SOOKIE!" The voice in my head was Eric. I flung myself into an upright position and opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was Eric's piercing blue eyes staring at me.

"Oh God, Eric..." I grabbed him and pulled him close to me. "Where am I?" I tried adjusting my eyes to the dark.

"It's midnight. We are at my home. You fell asleep on the plane ride home so I carried you into the house and figured I'd let you sleep and we could go to Fangtasia tomorrow."

I rubbed my eyes and then ran my hands over his face. "You're okay."

"Of course I am. Why would you think otherwise?"

"I had a bad dream."

"Tell me."

I snuggled up next to him and gave him the low down on my dream. He didn't say a word as he took everything in. When I was done speaking he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Well, I'm okay, I'm here. Nothing is going to take me from you, I promise."

I laid back down for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, praying he was right.

"Do you think we should go to Fangtasia for a while? I'm awake now, I'm still in the clothes I had on in the plane. We could go for a little bit and see if I can get anything."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm"

I hoisted myself out of bed and searched the pitch black room for my shoes. Eric was kind enough to flip a light on for me. Once I had gotten myself together and brushed my teeth I stood waiting for him at the door. Eric double checked the house to make sure everything was good and then we took off for Fangtasia.

~*~

Pam looked shocked to see us coming in the front door of Fangtasia. Eric motioned her to follow us into the back office. Eric pushed open the door and sat on the corner of his desk. I opted to sit on the sofa. Pam stood with her back against the closed door.

"I didn't expect to see you both tonight."

"Sookie is ready to sit out there and listen tonight. But I want a plan, I will not let her foolishly throw herself into harms way again."

Pam nodded in agreement. I frowned at the word 'foolish'.

"Well, I still think that the FotS is probably targeting the fangbangers in attempt to lure the vamps into a fight." I was proud of myself for coming up with a possible reason.

"No, it has to be something else. FotS wouldn't risk having to fight us face to face. They know they'd lose. I'm not sure what their plan is. But I think it will be something similar to Rhodes."

I shivered when Eric talked about Rhodes. I still had nightmares about that day.

"So what do we do? We can't just sit back and wait. We have to figure out their plan somehow. I'm assuming that they have done their homework, they know who I am, or at the very least, they know that you're wife is a telepath, and they've seen me walk into the bar with you tonight. I doubt they will think anything with me around, they will know to block their thoughts. I'd have to be a different person completely before they'd think anything with me around." I had meant to be sarcastic with that last comment, but then a light bulb went off in my head, it looked like Pam was getting the same idea.

"We'll change your appearance. Different hair color, different style of dress, we will change everything we possibly can. Then we'll send you in." Pam slammed her hand on the door. "Isn't that a good idea?"

"No." Eric's voice was like ice. "You want me to change everything about my wife, then send her into the proverbial lion's den? I don't fucking think so." He drummed his fingers on the desk.

"Eric, it's the best idea we have and you know it. You have to go along with this. You can still watch after me from a distance, but you can't let on that we are married."

"Then you will have more of my blood, that way you will be stronger. That is something I will not negotiate with you."

I nodded in agreement. I was half excited and half terrified of our plan.

"I suppose it would be foolish to take her into the bar now. We will leave. Pam, make sure you get everything that she will need to the house by morning."

Pam nodded and winked at me. Eric grabbed my hand and just about dragged me out of the employee door. He was silent the whole way home. I knew he was seething over our plan. But it was all we had. When we got home we took a shower, and then he tucked me into bed and warned me about how dangerous this plan was. We argued for a while, then made love, then I took his blood. We agreed that I was to sleep as long as possible so I was rested, then wake and get ready for a long night at Fangtasia. I immediately tried falling asleep, but it was hard, Eric had said he had a few errands to run and that he would see me when he woke up later.

~*~

I woke up around 4pm. I had a fit falling asleep, then when I did my sleep was plagued my nightmares. I noticed that at some point Eric had crawled back into bed with me. I stretched and yawned, I knew I had 2 hours to get ready and I figured it would take just about the whole time. I headed downstairs to the kitchen to make myself dinner.

I realized that I had too much vampire blood when I held my glass of water a little too tightly and it shattered. I definitely had vampire strength at this point, or at least something close to it. I managed to clean up the mess relatively quickly. After shoving a frozen dinner in the microwave, I grabbed the note that Eric had left for me on the fridge, held up with a sunflower shaped magnet. I laughed at that, then figured it must be Pam's magnet. Eric didn't strike me as a sunflower guy. I slid the note out of the envelope.

Sookie,

There is no easy way to say this...I've bought you a car. Now, before you come upstairs screaming and hollering, hear me out. Most people know what you drive and if not, your "friend" Arlene could have supplied some information. If you show up with me, that is a bit suspicious. Since I was in a position to buy you a new car. I decided that you should at least have a nice one. The key is sitting on top of the mantle.

I love you,

Eric

P.S. Please don't stake me in my sleep

I threw the note down in a fit of rage. This was getting insane. Eric was pushing the limits. There was nothing wrong with my car. I stormed over to the mantle and snatched a key down. When I opened up the front door my anger quickly went out the window. Parked next to Eric's beautiful red corvette, was a black Porsche Cayenne. I had remembered pointing out one to Eric on the road one night. I joked about being a rich soccer mom. I ran out to the SUV and practically flung myself on the hood. I opened it up and peeked inside. Fully loaded, of course. Built in GPS, leather seats, the works. It was amazing. Sitting in a cup holder was a black ipod. It wasn't in the box, there was a little note attached to it.

I figured you would like to have one of your own. I've already loaded your favorite songs onto it.

~ E

I smiled and flipped through the songs. Eric hadn't missed one. I reluctantly pulled myself from the SUV and headed back into the house. I still had to eat and get dressed.

~*~

"Whoa."

That was all I heard from Eric when he came downstairs 2 hours later. I had eaten and changed into the outfit that Pam left me. I felt ridiculous, but Eric seemed to like it. But then again, I knew he would.

I was wearing a skin tight leather skirt that was dangerously short. The top Pam picked out was nothing more than a red strip. The top fell right above my breasts and the bottom fell right below them. She was kind enough to provide me with a completely see-through long sleeved black top. She had also found me a black wig. I felt silly slipping it on, but once I styled it a bit I started feeling a bit better about it. I had curled it in long loose curls. The hair was ridiculously long, my curls trailed down to the top of my skirt. I had on a pair of super high heels. They were made of a shiny black material. She had even found colored contacts. It took me a while to get them in. When I opened my eyes I had gasped. They were strikingly bright emerald green. It took me a few minutes to adjust to looking at myself. Once I wasn't feeling so weird I put on dark red lipstick and gave myself smokey colored eyes. I was already looking a little pale considering I had been skipping tanning, in favor of sleeping, so I'd be up when Eric was. I thought I looked like your average fangbanger, and nothing like myself.

"You like?"

He twirled his finger around so I would spin for him. I slowly turned myself around, letting him fully appreciate the look. When I completed my turn I locked eyes with him. He didn't say another word. He grabbed me up and ripped my panties off me from underneath my skirt. He slammed me up against a wall and pushed his pants down. Without stopping he slid me down onto his erection. I gasped with surprise as my legs went around his waist. We had never had such carnal, savage sex. Our climax came fast and hard. Soon I was breathless and holding onto him for support. He carried me over to the dining room table and sat me down in a chair. He ran upstairs and grabbed me a fresh pair of panties. I slid them on and looked up at him.

"I like it very much."

I laughed at his late answer to my question.

"You are always beautiful. But that skirt does things to me, Sookie. I just wish you didn't have on that wig and make-up. I'd like to see my Sookie in that outfit."

"Do you think I'll pass as your average fangbanger?"

"To most people, yes. Pam really outdid herself. Remind me to thank her for that skirt."

"Eric, about the SUV..."

"Do you like it?" He interrupted me before I could even finish.

"I love it, but you shouldn't have"

"But I wanted to, I know how much you liked it when you pointed it out, the one night on our way to Fangtasia. Besides, you needed a new car. How much trouble am I in?"

"Well, after that little display against the wall. I'd say I can let it slide." I gave him, what I hoped was, a seductive smile. "You'll need to make it up to me a bit more later before we can truly call it even."

He laughed and leaned down to kiss me. "You never fail to surprise me."

~*~

After a quick brief of the plan he was in his car and driving to Fangtasia. We decided he should get there first that way he could watch me from the second I got there. I was going to sit in a booth by myself until Bill got there. Surprisingly Bill had spoken to Eric and agreed to pose as a vamp looking for a good meal.

My trip to Fangtasia was relatively short. I tried to use the GPS but I couldn't figure it out. Someone would have to show me later.

I pulled into Fangtasia and hopped out of my new Porsche. I could see Bill leaning up against the wall, staring me down. He obviously hated my little gift. I locked up the SUV and got in line to get in. When I got to the front I handed Pam the cover charge. She treated me with indifference, but I knew it was an act. I had seen the way her eyebrows shot up when she noticed it was me.

The second I walked in I was bombarded with disgusting thoughts. Most involved me and my outfit. No one seemed to recognize me. Of course the important vamps would know who I was because I smelled like Eric, but no human would figure it out. Pushing the filthy sexual thoughts out of my head, I walked over to an empty booth and sat down. A waitress came by and took my drink order. I could feel Eric's eyes burning holes in me. I didn't need to look up to know that he was staring at me. I hoped he would be able to hold it together when Bill sat down with me and started flirting. After all, that was the plan.

Just as I was thinking his name Bill came up and sat down across from me. To anyone else, it looked like a vampire stalking his prey. But our conversation wasn't nearly as nice.

"He dressed you like a cheap whore."

I couldn't help but laugh at how mad he was.

"Actually, Pam dressed me like a cheap whore. But thank you for the compliment."

"I can't believe he is shoving you in a dangerous situation, yet again."

"It wasn't his choice. The idea was actually Pam's, and mine too."

"He didn't have to agree."

"Well, he didn't like it but he did. He is trying to keep everyone safe. He is responsible for people other than me."

"As your husband he should be the most concerned with you."

"Oh, like you were so concerned about me." I spat the words out at him. I knew it was harsh, but I was angry.

"He's even buying you off. Nice Porsche, by the way."

"At least he cares and isn't giving every cent he owns to Portia and Andy while I desperately need a new driveway." I was being really mean now and I knew it. Bill looked like he'd been slapped.

"I wondered who fixed the driveway."

"You knew it was Eric. Don't play dumb." Our argument was getting heated. I was just about to launch into another verbal attack when I heard something.

In a minute there will be nothing left of this place. We have it surrounded, there's no way they can get out. I'd like to see a vamp survive a silver bullet.

I jumped up.

"Eric, RUN. Don't go outside!" I screamed it as loud as I could. He got up and ran towards me, but I was already lost in the crowd. I was determined to get Pam away from the door, where she would be directly in the line of fire. Before I made it to the door I heard shots ringing out. Followed by screaming and mass chaos. I lost sight of Pam when people started rushing for the doors.

I managed to make it behind the bar. I knew there was a baseball bat behind there. I kicked off my shoes and grabbed bat. Once I had it in my hands I ran back out from the bar. The first time I laid eyes on a person with a gun I took aim and swung the bat as hard as I could at his head. Thank goodness I had played softball. The bat connected with a sickening thud. I knew I'd never forget that sound. I kept swing at anyone with a gun. I tried the push the sound of guns and screaming out of my mind. I needed to find Eric, Pam, and Bill.

I was busy looking for my friends when someone punched me in the face. I reeled back and almost fell over. I stumbled but managed to keep my balance. I swung the bat as hard as I could at his knees.

I was just about to swing again when someone grabbed me from behind. I kicked and screamed, wildly swinging the bat behind me until the man holding me pulled it from my hands and tossed it aside. I felt myself being pulled towards Eric's office. When the man finally let go of me we were in Eric's office. Eric was sitting on his desk. Pam was was on the couch, and there was a man passed out in a chair. I turned around to see that the man dragging me through the bar, was Bill.

Eric stood and came to embrace me. I hadn't realized how tired I was until Eric hugged me. He pulled away and licked my lips. I was bleeding and it barely hurt. I had went through the battle numb. Once I had calmed down a bit I took notice of the man in the chair. It was none other than my biggest fan..Steve Newlin. Suddenly the numb feeling wore off. I felt like my jaw was broken.

"The damage is bad Sookie, we lost a few vamps, tons of humans, and a few shifters that were in the crowd. We killed just about every one of the FotS members, except him. I wanted him alive." Eric couldn't even hide the anger in his eyes. He tried to calm himself by focusing on my hair, he pulled out the small pins holding my wig in place and tossed it on his desk. He unpinned my hair and ran his fingers through it a few times. I went over to the closet and opened the door to look into the mirror hanging on the inside. I pulled my contacts out and toss them into the trash.

I walked over to the couch and flung myself on it. My head landed on Pam's lap.

"I'm glad you're okay."

"You were foolish to run to warn me. But thank you."

I laid there for a while, my head in Pam's lap, her fingers running absently through my hair.

"What do we do with him?" I didn't even bother moving when I asked.

"We question him when he wakes up. The police are on their way. It should be mostly vampire police, they will know best what to do. Then we have to get someone out here to clean up."

"This is getting ridiculous. We aren't going to get anything out of Newlin. This is just going to go on forever. We will never live a peaceful life." Tears dripped down my face and onto Pam. She didn't seem to mind.

A few minutes later the police came and hauled away Steve Newlin before we had a chance to question him. Shortly after that a bunch of men came out and cleaned up the bar. I never moved off of Pam. I slept like that until almost four in the morning. When I woke up I was in my new Porsche and Pam was driving.

"Eric had a few last minute things to do before he comes back. He asked me to drive you home."

We got to Eric's house shortly after. Pam and I both dragged ourselves inside. I slowly climbed the stairs to Eric's room.

"Pam, can you stay with me until Eric gets back?"

She nodded and followed me into the bedroom. We didn't bother changing out of our clothes. We were too tired, and bed linens could be washed. Pam drew the shades shut and crawled in bed next to me. She laid on her side and held my back to her chest while I cried myself to sleep.

Right before I drifted off into a deep sleep I felt Eric crawl in bed and wrap his arms around both me and Pam. I knew this wasn't anything more than a family comforting each other. I finally gave in to sleep. I was sure the next night would bring a whole new set of problems.

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TBC. I'm not quite done yet.