All Hell Breaks Loose
Chapter 34: Underneath it All.
When Sookie woke up she realized she was in a bed, only not her bed or rather her bed at Jason's. A few of the springs were broken and the fitted sheet felt like it hadn't been washed in a while.
"Eric?" Sookie moaned and wiped her mouth. There was dried blood there. She had a pretty good idea whose. "Eric where are you?" She heard someone outside her door. "Eric I can hear you listening in on me."
"My name isn't Eric." The person behind the door was a young boy of nine. "I'm Hector."
"Where is everyone?" Sookie asked and sat up on her bed. "What happened?"
"The bad wolves lost," Hector said. He had light brown hair that stuck out on all corners and reminded Sookie of a haystack.
"Where are the good wolves and the vampires, and the two human men?"
"The vampires drank all the blood from the bad wolves," Hector explained. "All those who were hurt tasted some vampire blood and feel better. One vampire helped heal with what we had."
"And Lawrence and Jason?"
"The man with the goggles is now a werewolf. He got bit a few times and Jason is one of us." The kid didn't know the truth.
"You were misinformed," Sookie said softly. "Were's don't turn humans into weres with a bite. The full moon had passed and Jason didn't change."
"He didn't?" Hector's lower lip hung. "But the old text said he would."
"What old text?"
"I'll go get it." The little boy said it and ran off. The door was only closed for a few minutes before Eric walked in with a bowl and spoon.
"Eric," Sookie breathed his name.
"You had both me and your brother scared," Eric said as he approached her bed. "And everyone else was worried."
"I just spent too much energy," Sookie explained. "And I take it you gave me some of your blood."
"You know me well," Eric said with a smile. "I brought you something to eat."
"I'm not really in the mood for soup." She had a pretty good feeling that what was in that bowl was recently killed.
"It's not soup," Eric said and lifted a spoon. It contained a square of shredded wheat and it dripped milk. "It's the frosted kind."
"I guess I can have some of that." Sookie accepted the bowl and took a bite. It may have been the store brand and she didn't care.
"I take it you have been briefed?"
She chewed and swallowed. "I know we won. You vamps have fed and you helped heal with your blood."
"That is true," Eric said and chuckled. "Steve thinks he may have drunk too much. Ismene is giving him a belly rub."
"Jason?" Sookie asked before taking another bite.
"He wants to be a lone. He feels guilty about what had happened."
"Why?"
"He said something about abandoning them after promising to take care of them."
"They hurt him badly. Several of the women had raped him and gave him a scare. He thought he was going to turn into a werepanther. Why would he feel the slightest bit guilty?"
"Because he is a Stackhouse. You and your brother have a lot in common."
Sookie wasn't sure if that was an insult or a compliment. She continued to eat silently and was halfway done before she asked another question.
"What about Russell's wolves?"
"Ismene insisted on keeping one and taking it with her back to Bill's," Eric said as he used his thumb to brush away some of the milk that dribbled down the corner of her mouth. "I'm not sure about the others."
"And the pregnant women, or rather the ones who think they are pregnant?"
"Someone went to get them. We will return Becky when she feels well enough."
Sookie continued to eat and she drank down the bit of milk that wasn't soaked in. Eric set the bowl aside and climbed into bed with her.
"What are you doing?" Sookie asked as Eric smiled at her.
"You spent too much of your energy this evening. I want to make certain you are well. Let me give you a back massage."
"I am fine, really."
"Just to be certain."
"Well you did bring me cereal," Sookie said and rolled over on her stomach. She felt Eric's hands go to work as he rubbed and kneaded her muscles. He even helped relax tight areas and a small knot that she didn't know she had. The way his fingers moved was like a powerful drug and her lids closed half way.
She felt his lips on her cheek and she didn't move, not when they brushed against her chin, nor the playful little pecks on her nose. She only opened her eyes when his lips met with hers.
She remembered the last time they had kissed like that and how her body had severely tingled. Sookie hadn't realized how much she wanted this kiss and she was going to savor it. When Eric started to pull away she pulled him back and parted his mouth with her tongue.
"Sookie," Eric said softly when Sookie had to take a deep breath. "I may have overstepped my bounds."
"No you haven't. I want to keep stepping." No sooner had she said those words did she find her clothes peeled off and tossed to the side while Eric kissed her breasts. She let out a moan when she felt his tongue brush against her nipples and felt his fingers slide up her thigh.
"Sookie, you are quiet wet," Eric said as he rubbed his fingers inside.
"Keep going," Sookie encouraged. "Please keep going."
A single finger entered her followed by another and a third. Eric slid up and down slowly while her hips gave a little thrust.
"More Eric, please fill me."
As soon as Eric granted her request she felt complete. Something was missing from her and he completed it. She could feel her own blood mingle with his and became one energy that continued in the same rhythm as their hips. When she closed her eyes she saw stars, and fireworks and sparklers.
Eric did not slow down. He continued with his motion while he grinned, showing off his pearly fangs. He wasn't too rough despite the creaks from the springs both broken and whole.
Ecstasy gripped Sookie and she bit so hard to keep from screaming she tasted her own blood. Bliss radiated through her own body and once the last ripple had faded away she rolled over and let out a loud gasp.
"How do you feel?" Eric asked.
"A hundred percent better," Sookie sighed. She felt like she was high. She hadn't even noticed someone was knocking on their door until she heard Eric shout that they were not ready for visitors.
"I believe that boy has come back," Eric said as he wiggled back into his jeans.
"His name is Hector," Sookie said as she fetched her clothes, or rather Jessica's clothes and put them back on. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Eric had slipped on a shirt. "Hector you can come back inside."
"The door was locked," Hector said and stared at Eric with his eyebrows raised. "And someone told me not to enter, so I waited for a while."
"I do have to wonder why it took a while," Sookie said.
"I brought the book," Hector said and held up a leather bound tomb that had seen better days. It wasn't dusty, but there were cracks and scratches and as he flipped through the pages Sookie could see that some of them were dog-eared, ripped and a few were torn out. "Here." He pointed out a picture of a panther biting a man.
"Let me see," Sookie said and looked at it. There were a lot of words written in a language she didn't understand, nor could she pronounce. The first picture under the man getting bit was the man under a full moon. The next picture was the man with hairy arms and fingernails as long as claws. The following picture was of a half man half panther creature.
"Did you read this?" Eric asked. "Or did only rely on the pictures?"
"We can read somethings," Hector said in an offended tone. "Not this language."
"What is this?" Sookie asked.
"Sanskrit," Eric answered. "One language I have yet to learn and to read." When he noticed Sookie looking at her. "I only recently became fluent in Swahili."
"Do you think any of the others might know?"
"We shall see."
They had left the small bedroom and entered an equally small living room. Jason was nowhere to be found but Ismene, Steve and Lawrence were there. Lawrence was staring at a glass full of strange liquid before he took sip and nearly sprayed everyone when he coughed.
"Are you all right?" Sookie asked and turned to Hector. "What was that?"
"Whiskey," Lawrence asked once he regained control. "Home distilled whiskey."
"Authentic moonshine," Ismene said with a smile. "Lawrence was curious about it."
"Yeah," Lawrence said as he looked at the glass. "That will put hair on your chest."
"And not a werewolf bite," Sookie said and handed the book to Ismene. "Right? Can you read it?"
"Been a couple decades," Ismene said as she examined the text.
"Is that Sanskrit?" Steve asked as he looked over the ancient vampire's shoulder.
"It is," Eric said. "How is your stomach?"
"Fine. Remind me not to gorge on werewolf blood."
"More complicated than a mere bite," Ismene said. "The teeth of the biter must be wet with the blood of their species and the victim must be bitten on the full moon for it to take effect."
"That's why Jason didn't turn," Sookie said. "But why didn't Alcide know?"
"He only knows what he has been told and witnessed," Eric said. "They have never tried to turn a human into one of their own before and have seen humans bitten with only saliva on their teeth."
"It would not be complete though," Ismene continued to read on. "The victim would become a creature that was half man and half panther. That is all." Her eyes widened. "I have seen such creatures before. They called themselves panther men, but I thought they died out centuries ago."
"Apparently more can be made," Sookie said and handed the book back to Hector. "Do you understand?"
"I will tell the others."
"We will be heading back home soon," Eric told the boy. "Thank you for your hospitality."
"You are welcome," Hector said as he continued on his way.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" Eric asked.
"I can't," Sookie said as she remembered her bowling date. "I got a fake date."
"Fake date?" Eric sounded amused.
"It's to help out Arlene and Terry."
"The next night?"
"I'll be there."
A/N: Took me longer than I hoped for this chapter but I had to get my mind in the right place for the Sookie/Eric scene.
Replies: jrme5759. Thank you. I still feel a bit rusty on fight scenes.
Anonymous: Thank you. I disliked how they did the Werepanthers in the series.