A/N- Again…HUGE thanks to everyone for the fabulous reviews. You have no idea how much they keep me going. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter posted, it's school vacation week and I think that is really just a big, cruel joke on parents.
I just want to clarify a little something, Selah is definitely going to get hers. Sookie was adding her two cents about getting into her head to add to the drama of the justice. Sookie does not want to simply call her and let bygones be bygones.
Lastly, I'm not sure if I have mentioned this in a while, but I don't own any of these characters, only Charlaine Harris does. I don't have any rights to the SVM series, sure wish I did. Ok, on with the next chapter.
EPOV-
Our discussion about the in's and out's of my of plan attack left me a little on edge. Not because I was uncomfortable planning this type of execution, but mostly because I had never thought about doing it in front of my wife. But she just sat there, listened like she was in a lecture in some college classroom. I'm surprised she didn't take notes so she could look back later.
We covered most of the details, Pam would handle the humans. I could see she was a little disappointed at first, but she quickly came to the realization that she would be able to kill them in whatever means she saw fit. Pam, my little avenger. I could not ask for a better child.
Fucking Compton and I would deal with the Were's. I looked at his fucking pathetic face, he couldn't even look at her. Maybe he was just afraid that I would reach over the table and rip his fucking throat out for letting his eyes meet hers. I tried to lighten the mood, make it easier on all of us and actually ask his fucking opinion.
"I'm sure we can be creative in our disposal." Fucker just nodded. How about a little gratitude? How about a little respect you piece of shit? Nope, he just nods. God, he's a fucking thorn in my side. And then she questioned me about the remaining vamps.
I did not really have a plan yet on how I wanted to take them out. I knew that it was going to be a very tricky path to walk, and that it would be better if she did not know. If anyone other than us got wind of my plan it could be trouble. She could easily be hurt, and I will not let that fucking happen. I could tell that she was upset, I expected her to be upset, but I was willing to handle it.
I got a famous Sookie, 'Fine' when I tried to explain my reasoning. After almost a year of marriage, and the time we spent together before we got married, I knew all too well that 'fine' meant the exact opposite. She might have well called me every dirty name in the book. She could have called me a fucking bastard, asshole, and it would have had the same meaning as the word, 'fine'.
But, then she surprised me, again. She was shifting in her chair and was noticeably uncomfortable. She wanted to say something and it was very important to her, I could feel it. I listened to her as she spoke about how scared she was when the shifter had taken her. I watched her face as she spoke of the fear she felt, the terror that had taken over her body. It broke my undead heart to have to watch the pain and the fear set in her face as she tried to explain how her mind had been forever changed.
The sad part is that I knew exactly what she was trying to explain. I have been held against my will, tortured, beaten. I know what it is like to fear for your life, to be on edge every second of every day. I know what it means to hear the rustle of a leave, or the footstep of someone in the distance, and panic into thinking that they are coming back for you. Not knowing if this time will be the last time they punish you, or if you will be given the mercy of death.
I wanted to hold her, cradle her to me and protect her from all of her bad memories. I wanted to wrap my body around her own and just take her away from all of this, but I can't take her away from her own mind. I watched her brush a falling tear from her eye and knew that I would not rest until they were all dead and gone. My beloved will have justice.
I reached across and held her hand, I just needed to touch her. I needed to let her know that I was willing to do whatever it took to see that she was alright. As much as I wanted that witch to suffer, her plan left me a little sour. What if she balked and called the police?
"I will wait until after you get rid of the dirty cops. And what is she going to do, tell the police that she was hired by a vampire king to get involved in a conspiracy to have a human kidnapped, held against her will, tortured and raped? That's a chance that I'm willing to take." All I could do was look at her. She was right, it's not like Selah could really call the cops and tell them that she was part of this plan. She would sound like a fucking lunatic. I didn't like it, but I was willing to do this, for Sookie. I nodded at her to let her know that I was on board.
Just as I was about to get into the details my phone rang, I looked at he ID and was not pleased. What the fuck did Sandy want? Didn't we settle everything already? Can't I just get a little revenge, kill some fuckers, and be on with my life? Why does she have to be calling me?
I answered the phone and did not excuse myself as I normally would. The first part of the conversation was rather formal, making sure the Sookie was alright and not overly sensitive, given the fact that she was a human and that she had learned that Felipe had ruined her life. She also asked if I was back to rights and not harboring any hard feelings towards Felipe's regime. Hard feelings? Now why the fuck would I carry any hard feelings? He only fucked with my wife, tried to convict me on trumped up charges, send me to my final death, and stake a claim on my bonded? Hard feelings?
I assured her that all was well and that we would be just fine. We were after all safe now that Felipe had met his final death. And then she got to the real reason for her call, and perhaps the reason why she had helped Sookie in the first place. Sandy so gracefully explained to me that there needed to be a new king or queen appointed, and quickly. She also told me that there had been quite a talk about putting me in that position.
I couldn't help it, my fangs ran slightly out and my dick was hard. King, the people wanted me to be king. Just think about the protection that I could have for her, constantly. I would never have to worry about her again, at least considerably less. King, it was never something that I had wanted. But, now I couldn't help but fucking smile.
Sandy happened to mention that she was Felipe's second in command, and she was looking to take over his thrown. She reminded me that it was her that had pulled Sookie out of the grip of a crazed Felipe, and provided her the weapon to send him to his final death. She was looking for me to step aside and allow her to claim the throne without a fight. She was laying all of her cards on the table.
I hung up the phone and quickly excused Pam and Bill, letting them know that we were going into action as soon as I gave the word. As soon as they were out the door Sookie was questioning me about my conversation. I could tell that she knew something was going on, but I wasn't sure how much she could handle. I tried to play it off as just simply Sandy checking on us, but she fucking knew better.
I touched her face and brushed the hair away, I saw her body shiver a little and wanted to rub myself all over her. I was already rock hard from the idea being king, I could just brand her as my queen right here on the floor. But, she was being persistent. I told her everything. I told her that Sandy was looking to be made Queen, and that she was looking to cash in her favor for her services.
I told her that I was being considered for the position of King, and that I was apparently the only vampire standing in Sandy's way. I let my excitement come out in my voice as I told her about the possibility of becoming King. I couldn't help it, I was proud, excited, happy to think that my people had respected me enough to want me to be King.
I looked at her and saw her tense, I saw her face. She was trying to be happy for me, but her face gave everything away. She pulled me close to her and buried her face in my chest, and I could feel through the bond that she was about to cry. She had that telltale crazy smile plastered on her face.
"That's just great honey. I'm so happy for you." She was never a good liar.
SPOV-
I hugged him close and prayed that I had maybe heard him wrong. Maybe there was a chance that he did not just tell me that he could be made king. Weren't we just planning murder and revenge? Can't we keep doing that, why do we have to ruin it with talk of being King?
"You know you can't lie to me lover." Of course he noticed. Now I needed to try and back pedal and hope to salvage his ego.
"No Eric, I'm really happy for you. That is just amazing, I mean, King? That is huge, but it is so…life changing. Everything changes when you become King, right?" I tried to sound like I was super excited, and not being forced down death row.
"Yes, it is life changing. Just thing dear one, we would have constant protection. No one would dare harm you. You would always be under the kingdom's protection, always. It could be everything that we have ever wanted." Oh no, he really believed that things would only get better. Oh no, he was actually considering this.
"Right, I would be protected, but, I'm protected now. Eric, even if you're King there is always going to be some other vampire out there that has his or her eye on what's your's. You can't help that, it's just that way it is. Let's not talk about it now." I reached up and hugged him, letting my cheek rub against his cool neck.
"Hmm, are you trying to distract me lover?" I could only hope it was working because that was my plan.
"Maybe. Is it working?" I nuzzled his neck and let my warm breath fall over his skin.
"I think you know it's working" He immediately picked me up and had me sitting on the edge of the huge dining room table. He placed himself in between my legs and began kissing my neck and pulling my shirt down to expose my shoulders. I let out a soft moan as I felt his cool tongue glide over my skin.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted his shirt so I could rub my hands over his hard, smooth chest. Even though my mind was a little preoccupied on Selah, ambushes, and possible royalty, I still had a nagging itch that only Eric could scratch.
He helped me lift the shirt over his head and quickly shucked me of my own. He was leaning over me, practically kneeling in front of me to let his lips caress every inch of skin he could get to. I raked my fingernails over his body and got a very animalistic moan in return.
The table was pretty tall, but it wasn't quite tall enough for Eric to be able to reach me in the way that he wanted. He was still busy blazing kisses all over my flesh and working my pants off of my legs. I hadn't noticed, but he had completely removed his without a pause in the action. Vampire speed, sometimes I truly am envious.
I had leaned back completely on the table and was loving the feeling of Eric on top of me. It made me feel protected and cocooned. I nipped at his ear and dragged my tongue down his marble chest. He pushed into me and I let out an ecstatic cry as I felt him become buried inside of me. It was short lived as Eric realized that we were going to need to move. He took my legs and made sure that they were locked around his waist and whispered in my ear.
"Don't let go lover. I don't want to miss the feeling of being inside of you." My face flushed as he lifted me off the table. I squeezed my legs tighter around him, making sure that I didn't lose him. His head was sweeping back and forth, trying to locate a spot that was acceptable to him.
I was not in a particularly needy mood, so really, anything was good enough for me.
"Eric, anywhere. Please, just fuck me anywhere, now." That's all I needed to say because we were quickly on the floor. Only he didn't lay me down on the floor, he sat down. I was still wrapped around him, not willing to let go. He smiled at me and kissed me, letting his hands wrap in my hair. He rested me on his lap while he sat himself down Indian style. He scooted himself, yes, have you ever seen a vampire scoot, against the wall.
This was a new position for us. I had been on top, lots of times, and in lots of different ways, but never with Eric sitting on the floor, with his legs crossed. He grabbed my hips and gently rocked me. God he felt good, it felt like he had never been this deep inside of me before. I kept my legs locked behind his back and let him move my body any way that he wanted. I let my mouth trail over his neck and shoulders and heard him moan and cry out my name.
The penetration was so intense, he knew how to make my body respond to his touch and as I started to feel my orgasm approach I actually needed to brace my hands against the wall to steady myself. I looked down into his eyes as I began to ride out the wave of my climax and saw that he was watching me with glowing, passionate eyes. I arched my back and allowed my breast to reach his mouth. He took it between his teeth and bit down just as I reached the edge of the cliff. I screamed his name as he suckled my blood and I felt the shivers of his orgasm start to begin. He continued to thrust into me, pulling my hips to meet his own. I could barely catch my breath, and just let my head rest on his shoulder as he rocked my body to his rhythm. I kissed his neck as he released into me, letting out a howl as he did.
"Oh Lover, you are truly wonderful. Do you know how happy you make me?" He was panting unnecessarily. I loved it when he sounded winded.
"About as happy as you make me?" I kissed him and tried to remove myself from his arms.
"Where do you think you're going?" He wasn't letting me get up.
"I was going to get cleaned up, get dressed, you know, things to do, people to kill." I smiled at him and hoped that he would see my humor.
"Oh, I see…you use me for sex and then just leave me alone. You're just like all the rest, only after one thing." He made a pouting face and stuck his bottom lip out, I couldn't help it, I bit it. He feigned like it actually hurt.
"See what happens when you pout, now, lets get going. I want to call Amelia and get things moving. I'm way too nervous to just lay here and cuddle. We'll have plenty of time for that later, lets go mister." I worked my way out of his arms and tried to wrestle him into a standing position. He helped me so that I could feel stronger than what I actually was.
As I was getting our clothes together I felt a sudden burst of warmth and love flood the bond. I turned around and saw Eric just looking at me, watching me gather our scattered clothing.
"Sookie, you know how much I love you, right? I mean, you know that I would do absolutely anything for you, to keep you safe, to keep you happy. You are everything to me, and I will do anything to ensure that you are always mine." There was something unsettling in the way he was looking at me. Maybe it was the fact that he was planning on going on a killing spree in less than 24 hours, maybe it was the fact that he was just told about the plans to make him king. Maybe he just wanted to let me know that he loved me, but right now, in that very moment, he looked like he was stalking his prey, and that prey was me.
EPOV-
I could feel and sense that she was not happy about what I had told her about the news of possibly becoming King. I could also tell that she was doing her damndesed to make sure that she came off as happy as could be. I tired to point out all of the benefits and the perks of being king, but she tried to change the subject. Not that I minded.
I felt her start to nuzzle my neck and rub her cheek across my skin. I inhaled her scent and my nostrils flared as her smell clung to my senses. My already hard dick began to vibrate with the need to have her. I felt her nails drag across my skin and I fucking had her on the table faster that she could have imagined.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to get my shirt off. I felt her hot mouth all over my body and it made me weak in the knee's. The power this woman had over me was astounding. I let out a moan that was completely incoherent, but it was the only sound that came out as she had me almost begging to fuck her.
I had rid myself of the rest of my clothing, not turning my attention away from her in the process. The smell of her arousal was heavy and I couldn't hold back any longer. I rested myself on top of her and balanced my weight on my elbows so I didn't crush her. I pushed into her and was rewarded with her shriek of pure pleasure. But, fucking table.
All the times tonight I had imagined myself fucking her on this table, now I was getting my wish, and it wasn't going to work. I couldn't lay us completely on the table, it could give out under my weight, and our…motion. Yes, it's expensive and of impeccable quality, but might not be any match for our actual movement.
I couldn't stand up as I was clearly too tall, fuck, this is not going as planned. Mental note to replace this table with one at least six inches taller. I don't care if I have to have it custom made, I will be able to properly fuck my wife on my dining room table if that is what she wants to do.
I made sure she was securely wrapped around me and told her to hold on, I could feel the surge of lust bounce off her when I said this to her, and I knew that I needed to find another spot quickly. I looked around, for once unsure of where I wanted to pleasure her. I could fly us upstairs, I could get us to the living room couch, I could get us to the bathroom. Fuck, where?
"Eric, anywhere. Please, just fuck me anywhere, now." Ok then, floor works for me too. I sat us down on the dining room floor and smiled at her, loving the fact that she was so desperate to continue our lovemaking. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her into my kiss, making sure that I was comfortable seated. I pushed myself up against the wall and watched the curiosity spread across her face.
The good thing about my wife is she is always willing to try new things. We had not had sex in this position yet, but I was certain that she was going to enjoy it. She could relax and just enjoy the feeling of how fucking deep I could get inside of her. She kissed my neck and I couldn't help but moan her name, she was too fucking good not to.
I molded her body to exactly what she needed, guiding her to her orgasm, making sure she knew how much she would enjoy fucking this way. I knew she was on her way when she began screaming my name and unclenched my neck in order to brace herself against the wall. She looked down at me right before she came and saw me watching her. She was so fucking hot when she was making love to me, all I wanted to do was stay inside of her like this forever.
She arched her back and presented herself to me. I gladly accepted and bit down on her prefect skin, sending her screaming into her climax. I hadn't reached the end yet and wanted to savor this for a few more minutes. Just the feeling of her muscles tightening and contracting around my dick was almost enough to do it for me, but I wanted to hold back.
I sucked and drew the blood from her nipple, feeling the hot liquid slide down my throat, warming my cool insides. She was panting and trying to catch her breath as I continued to thrust myself inside of her. She flopped her head down on my shoulder and the minute I felt her lips and tongue start to kiss and tease my flesh I began to release, hard and strong inside of her. I yelled something, possibly her name, and squeezed her body to mine. She was mine, for always.
"Oh Lover, you are truly wonderful. Do you know how happy you make me?" I listened to her rapid heartbeat and rubbed my cheek against her naked breasts.
"About as happy as you make me?" She was right, again. We both made each other happy. We were nothing without the other. She tried to move and I was having no fucking part of that.
"Where do you think you're going?" I held her tighter, letting her know that I wanted to stay like this and hold her. Yup, I know….fucking pussy girl I am.
"I was going to get cleaned up, get dressed, you know, things to do, people to kill." Oh that's right, people to kill, blood to spill, King to be made.
"Oh, I see…you use me for sex and then just leave me alone. You're just like all the rest, only after one thing." Since I was feeling a bit silly, again pussy, I pouted a bit and made the mistake of baring my bottom lip. Sookie quickly bit it and that made me hard all over again. Fuck, punishment indeed.
"See what happens when you pout, now, lets get going. I want to call Amelia and get things moving. I'm way too nervous to just lay here and cuddle. We'll have plenty of time for that later, lets go mister." Great, now I have a fucking pulsing hard on and a wife that is going to go into one of her frenzy's to keep her mind off of the inevitable. Usually when she gets like this our house ends up sparkling from top to bottom and she smells of bleach for about a week. Something was telling me that she was not about to start mopping floors. She was looking less like Sookie, and more like…me.
She had a look in her eye that was uncharacteristically dangerous. She looked like a caged animal that had been backed into a corner one too many times. I think that the realization had set in. She was going to be a part of bringing justice and death to those involved in her attack, and she had willing accepted that. I was both alarmed and happy. My Sookie, my wife, my perfect, innocent everything was seeing things in a darker light.
I watched her picking up our clothes and knew that she was a changed woman, both for the better and for the worse. But, she was my woman, no matter what. She would always be mine, and I would never let anyone or anything change that.
"Sookie, you know how much I love you, right? I mean, you know that I would do absolutely anything for you, to keep you safe, to keep you happy. You are everything to me, and I will do anything to ensure that you are always mine." She just looked at me and nodded, nervously.
SPOV-
Of course I knew how much he loved me, and I knew that I loved him just as much. I nodded at him and quickly went back to getting our clothes together.
"Hon, what time is it?" I got dressed and pulled my hair into a ponytail.
"It's almost two. Are you late for a date?" He smiled and winked at me.
"Yes, I have been seeing some totally hot human on the side. Now give me the phone so I can tell him I'm running late because I needed to have sex with my husband." I poked him in the shoulder and laughed. "Seriously, I know it's late, but I want to call Amelia and see if she can get me any info an Selah. I want anything she can get her hands on." I put my hands on my hips and waited for him to hand me the phone.
"Lover, it's a bit late for anyone other than vampires. Don't you think that you should wait until morning to question your friend?" I know he was being practical, but I was not in any mood.
"No, Amelia is a night owl, plus, I'm sure she'll understand after I tell her why I need all this information." I snatched the phone out of his hand and dialed the number.
It rang several times before she finally answered.
"Hi Amelia, did I wake you? I am so sorry to be calling this late…" I paused and my face turned the color of a overly ripe tomato. "Wow, I sure an sorry about that, apologize to Tray for me. Anyway. The reason I'm calling is pretty important, otherwise I'd let you get back to, um, other things." I thought about how to word my request so I wouldn't set off her panic button.
"Ok, I'm just going to say this and I don't want you to freak out. It's being taken care of and we've got it under control, got it?" I paused and waited for her to respond. "Good, thank you. Anyway, I need you to get me as much information as possible on a witch from Monroe. It's someone we know actually, but not someone that we knew was a witch. Amelia, it's Bill's ex-girlfriend, Selah. I'll explain more later. Just dig up as much as you possibly can on her, anything, everything. She didn't want anyone to know that she was a witch, but I found out, the hard way." Amelia was asking a lot of questions and she was talking so fast that I could barely understand her. I knew that if I started to explain now I would never be off the phone. "Amelia, I promise, I'll tell you everything just as soon as you can get me that information. Please, it's real important that you get it done quickly." I said my goodbye and turned to look at Eric.
"Ok, that was easier than I thought. Poor Amelia was having sex when I called. Woops, guess it's not just us that have sex in the middle of the night. Hopefully she'll have a whole bunch of stuff for me by tonight. That would sure be helpful. Now, do you think that you could give Bill a call for me?" Eric's eyebrow raised and he just stared at me.
"Sookie, why would I call Bill?" Like I've said before, in for a penny in for a pound.
"Because he has a phone number that I would like. And, I would like you to start right now. My mind is made up. Call the police station, see if those dirty cops are working tonight. I want this over with, I want it done. I don't want to think about it any longer. It has taken up too much of my life already, and I'm sick and tired of having to think about it. I'm done Eric. I'm done with being a victim, it's time for me to have a little control." Apparently I took him by surprise because he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"I'm sorry, did you just ask me to carry out my plan of attack right now?" Yup, definitely took him by surprise.
"Yes, I did. I also asked you to call Bill so I could get a phone number. I can call him if you want." I began to dial Bill's phone number when Eric took the phone out of my hand and spun my around to look at him.
"Lover, are you sure that you are ready to do this. Once this starts it can not be stopped. I am fully committed to this, but I will understand if you want to reconsider and ask to be left in the dark about the plans. I will have no problem changing things so that you are unaware of what sis happening and when." I could see the concern in his eyes, but I was steadfast in my decision.
"No. I will not be kept in the dark, I will not be treated like a child. I will not break. I am ready to deal with this and I can take this. Please, call Bill and start this thing rolling." I squeezed his hand and held his gaze, letting him know that I was not willing to back down.
"Alright, if that is what you want." I watched him dial the number and I felt my nerves start to hum. I was actually going to allow this to happen. I was going to let people, albeit evil, dirty, disgusting, people, die. Am I truly a monster? No, I'm a woman that was brutally attacked and raped. I'm a woman that was used and manipulated. I'm a woman that is finally finding her voice, make that her battle cry.
Eric handed me a small piece of paper with a phone number on it. He didn't say anything, just handed it to me and sat down. My hands trembled as I held the paper in my hands. I could only hope that my voice didn't sound as shaky as my hands were.
I pulled out the chair that was next to Eric and slowly dialed the numbers. It was so late and I was sure that Selah was going to think that she was having a bad dream. Then again, she was going to wish that it was a bad dream. I fidgeted with my hair that hung from my pony tail and bit my lips that needed to coating of chapstick. Eric felt my nerves and reached over to me, taking my shaking hand in his strong, steady grip.
When I heard her answer the phone I thought that I has lost my voice, but suddenly it was there, and it was strong. Hearing her snobby, arrogant pitch, even in the middle of the night was infuriating.
"Selah, Selah Pumphrey?" I paused waiting for her response.
"Yes, who is this?" She sounded annoyed that she was answering the phone in the middle of the night.
"Great, I'm glad I reached you Selah. Oh, It's Sookie, you remember me, right?" Nothing but silence. "Anyway, I'm glad you were home cause there's something that I have been meaning to talk to you about." I put on my best southern hospitality voice.
"Sookie, perhaps we could have a discussion at a more appropriate time. Maybe you could call my office and set up an appointment." I was having no part of this.
"Oh, I don't think so Selah. You see, I'm not sure if you heard or not, but a while back I had an unfortunate experience. I was kidnapped and held against my will, it was rather, inappropriate." My anger was boiling up, but I was not going to let it get the best of me.
"Yes, I did hear something like that. I'm sorry." I had to bite my cheek to keep from screaming.
"Save your apology. My point in calling so late is this. I know. I know all about it, everything. I know about Felipe, the money, everything. So, you know that if I learned about your involvement, I'm not the only one. That means Eric knows, and Bill too. They are not too happy Selah, not happy at all. It's bad enough that you actually helped that monster hurt me like that, but to think that you wouldn't get caught?"
"Sookie, you must have misunderstood. I did not help Felipe De Castro in any way." I could hear the fear in her voice as she tried to claim her innocence.
"How did you know his full name? Did you and Bill ever discuss the takeover of his area after the two of you broke up? Hmm, anyway, they all know. Vampires are not the forgiving kind Selah, and neither am I. Have a good night, sleep well." I hung up the phone before she could say anything.
I sunk into my chair and let the breath out that I had been holding the entire time I was on the phone. I felt my eyes fill with tears and escape the dam that was holding them back. My emotions were uncontrollable and I wept. I lowered my head to the table and let it rest there as I cried for everything. Eric came to my side and rested his head on my lap, just letting me cry. He didn't say anything. He knew that I was battling myself for what was right, what was wrong, and what needed to be done.
TBC…
